Hey Babe, let’s not do Valentine’s Day this year. Seriously. Don’t let your buddies convince you I mean otherwise. This is not a trap. I say what I mean and I mean what I say. Let’s not do Valentine’s Day.

I don’t want a fancy floral arrangement delivered to me on February 14^th, but I do love grocery store flowers that you pick up on your way home from work when it’s really been a Monday.  

I don’t want you to make reservations at a fancy restaurant where we will eat elbow to elbow with a hundred other couples celebrating the same thing, but I do love it when you grill steaks, eat with me on the patio, and help me do the dishes when we’re done.

I don’t want a box of assorted chocolates, but I love nothing more than sharing the last piece of chocolate cake with you after our kiddo goes to bed.

I don’t want a giant teddy bear, but I sure do love to snuggle up and watch home improvement shows with you on Saturday mornings.  

I don’t want a $7.00 card with flowery words of love and affection, but those texts you send in the middle of the day just to say you love me are pretty much my favorite.

I don’t want a February 14th fuss, but I really, super-duper, in a big way love being you and me.

So, let’s not make a thing of Valentine’s Day. Let’s just keep loving each other every day of the year.