Last night, Dave’s parents came over for dinner. They played with Adelynn in the basement while we washed and dried dishes together. Then we had a massive leak under the sink that sprayed all over the laundry room (laundry room is in the basement, directly below the kitchen) Dave went to the hardware store to pick up parts and spent the evening fixing everything, and I loaded the washing machine with laundry that got dripped on and will thoroughly clean the laundry room pretty soon.
As I stood at the sink, washing dishes, I reflected on the evening. I stood side-by-side with my love, washing and drying dishes. When did Valentines turn from that mushy-gushy, ooey-gooey, romantic dinner, chocolate, flowers, gift thing, into fixing the leaks, doing dishes and laundry? We talked about that as we did dishes. We talked about the Valentines dates of yesteryear. The anticipation, the trips to eat, the movies, etc. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like we never do anything fun anymore.
But when did all this change? Well, besides becoming a family. It was when we realized that there is so much more to love than “stuff”. Love isn’t flowers and candy and special food. Sure, all that is really nice to do sometimes, and there’s not a single thing wrong with it. It is important to keep the romance alive, but the romance doesn’t make the marriage.
How many couples spend their Valentines evening eating homemade food with their in-laws, cleaning up messes, and still have as good of a time as they would have if they were out at a first class restaurant and five star show? I’ve said it time and again (usually when debating a marriage battle on love vs money) but, I would much rather live in a cardboard box and eat Ramen noodles with Dave, than live the high life with someone I’m not madly in love with.
I guess my cheesy little point is that it truly doesn’t matter how you spend time with the one you love, as long as you love spending time together.
Photos from Valentines Past. 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011.