I’m a wife, mom, daughter, sister and friend who believes I’m a work in progress and I express myself best with the written word—hence my blog was born. It’s a place where I can spew my views and sentiments ‘til my heart’s content, which will probably be never; so I have a lifetime whereupon I can fill it with presumptions, thoughts, provoking statements and maybe even a bit of humor, because I always try to remember it’s the journey, not the destination.
I’m not expecting a gift for Valentine’s Day. My husband and I made a pact years ago-no cards, flowers, candy, or jewelry. Keep the candy and the calories. Keep the flowers-they die. Keep the jewelry-I have more than I’ll ever wear. So, what would I like? I’m pretty simple. I’d like a back massage. That’s right, a back rub will turn me to putty. What’s great about that, it’s FREE. Now, if Hubby wants to spend money, then dinner at a nice restaurant is always a treat. I enjoy dining out. I love a good meal and great conversation. Hubby can’t go wrong with a back rub or dinner-ever. In short, Valentine’s Day isn’t about gifts; it’s about spending time together. Massage one another, talk with one another; make some popcorn and watch a video while snuggling on the sofa. Point being, you don’t have to spend a dime to show love. And instead of a card, tell each other how you feel with your actions, because they speak way louder than any words Hallmark prints.