I’ve always said that it is better to give than to receive, however there is always an exception. Valentine’s Day is mine. I am not sure why I hold Valentine’s Day so close to my heart. Maybe I am a romantic? Maybe I am compensating for not being the “It” girl growing up? Maybe I want a special demonstration of love that surpasses the every day? Whatever it is, I treasure Valentine's Day and receiving something special.
The first year Bill and I were married, we were in Sydney, Australia for Valentine’s Day. That morning, I woke up feeling like the world was mine. It was. I was a newlywed in a beautiful hotel in a gorgeous city with the prospect of being with the one I love all day. What was wrong with that? Nothing. Except that there were no flowers, no chocolate, no card, no little box…zilch. Oh, oh. What to do? This cannot happen. Then I did something I have seldom done - I had a total meltdown. I cried, and cried, and cried.
Seventeen years later, I can tell you that each passing Valentine's Day got better and better. I think that sadness the first year really moved Bill. He didn't see it as a tantrum; he saw that I needed to feel cherished, wanted, treasured and loved.
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