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When we were first married, I used to tell everyone that I planned it out so that I would have two weeks of gifts showered upon me in February... first for the wedding anniversary, then four days later for the original anniversary, and then another four days later for Valentine's Day. But in all honesty, my husband and I never really celebrated the holiday. Maybe because the first one was just four days after officially 'being together', and we spent it apart... the second one for that matter as well. But really, it goes much deeper than all that.
I tell my husband that I love him countless times throughout the day. No really, countless... We're still gushy and cuddly, we hold hands on the couch when watching TV in the car, through the store... if he is within reach I'm touching him.
We rarely fight, that's not to say that we don't have disagreements or get aggravated with one another... that's just human nature. But we've spent 16 years learning what it means to love one another. We've had our rough patches and near collapses (ok, that one was just me, and he's the one that caught me). We've been through good times together, bad times together... through sickness (even if he wasn't bargaining for the mental kind) and through health.
We've brought two beautiful girls into the world through love as well. And we tell them that we love them countless times each day. We hug them each morning before school and tuck them in with bedtime kisses each night. They are loved deeply, and they love deeply in return.
So, personally, I don't see the point of this silly holiday. It's commercialism wrapped up in a bright pink bow. It's nothing more than a shallow attempt to try and make the Ms or Mr Right Now happy. It's suppose to be some kind of guarantee on a romantic date, complete with end of the night sex. We buy the chocolates, the cards, the flowers and the wine, buying right into it too. So next year, the corporate monsters will go even bigger.
This holiday is nothing more than a sham to begin with. Derived from dead Saints or Lupercalia, it doesn't matter. It's a farce. Nothing less. And to add insult to injury, checking my Facebook just now, they've given me the opportunity, in a rather large banner at the top of my feed, to buy my valentine a Starbucks gift. See there? Commercialism and consumerism... evil they are. As if Starbucks was an adequate interpretation of my love... pah-leeze!
But that is exactly what this day has turned into... who can buy who's love with what elaborate gift. I'm not saying everyone is like that, just a large portion of people who 'celebrate' this holiday. And yes, I know it's been said before... but I celebrate love everyday. So why make this day any different? And I won't. For all intents and purposes, tomorrow will be Valentine's day too... and the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that... Because love should be celebrated everyday, not just the day its marked on the calendar.
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Oh girl my husband and I are the same way. After 13 years together and 11 years of marriage we still act like we did when dating. We are always touching each other and hugging. He is always grabbing be from behind. We are always kissing at home and in public. We also rarely argue. I say about 2 or 3 a year.
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