Growing up I had really weird ideas about what love would be like for me. You know, like how I would hide my flaws from my husband and how I would be the "perfect" wife and mother...blah blah blah. Luckily for me, when I really did fall in love it was nothing like that. Instead it means that my husband knows every single one of my flaws and loves me in spite of (and maybe even a little bit because of) them. Now love means that when my husband comes home on Valentine's Day, expecting to spend a fun and romantic night with his wife, instead he spends the night holding her while she breaks down at the end of a long day. Even with mascara all over my face and snot running out of my nose, he still manages to tell me he loves me and somehow makes it all better. What would I do without this man?? I hope your Valentine's was as much about TRUE LOVE as mine. I much prefer that to the flowers and chocolates (even though he did get me those too. I am one lucky lady).
Happy Valentine's Day!!