I can't help it.
I've always loved it. I loved it when I was in a relationship and when I wasn't. I think one reason for this was that my mom and dad always made sure all of us kids had a little present and card on Valentine's. It was a reminder from them that no matter what, I was loved. Now I still love it because Marc consistently makes me feel like the most loved wife on the planet, especially on Valentine's Day.
So I'll take this Valentine's Day to celebrate my love: Marc.
He's my perfect opposite, and yet we are alike in so many strange ways. He is "type A," intelligent, competitive, and confident. I'm more "type B" with not a competitive bone in my body. He likes team sports like soccer and football. I like individual activities like running and yoga. He's a businessman, I teach young children. He likes projects, I like to read. We both prefer action movies and love good food of all kinds. We both love to travel and lead active lives. We're are both independent, sometimes to a fault. We both enjoy the adventure of the future.
But Marc also knows how to love me best. He knows that I love surprises, thoughtfulness, spontaneity, and when he takes charge. He knows when I need to talk something out and when I just need a really big hug. He takes me out to dinner even when he's sick of going out. He knows I enjoy some time alon and doesn't get offended by it. He listens when I talk about things he's not interested in, and gently reassures me when I'm at my breaking point of frustration with the unpredictable and demanding nature of his job.
Happy Valentine's Day, Marc. I love you.