We’re all in different relationships where we want to love and be loved well – friends, or spouses, daughters or colleagues.
A couple weeks ago was Valentines Day.
The first year we were married my husband took me to a car wash on Valentine’s Day. One where you have to do the washing yourself. Ahem… We’ve both learned a lot since then.
This year, John, who is the best anywhere, delivered flowers and donuts to me at Starbucks. He’s getting better at my love languages, although I’m multi-lingual so it’s pretty easy. I just don’t understand “car wash-ese”.
But I can speak it so I tried to communicate in his dialect by washing his car and buying him mocha chip ice cream.
It was a good day. But I’m not crazy about the idea that there’s this one 24 hour period of grand romantic gestures with a lot of bling and pizzazz. Continue reading
