Today I won't be getting a 'surprise' bunch of flowers and a box of sweets. We haven't booked a fancy restaurant for an evening meal. Dinner will be a homemade meal of whatever cravings I have at the moment. And like every other night, we would be sat in front of a warm fireplace watching an hour-long BBC documentary on I-player before turning in for the night.
I hold no grudge against Valentines Day although never once in my 28 years has it been different from any other day. And no, marriage has certainly not made me less of a hopeless romantic, it has in fact made me more aware of simple joys and little acts of love everyday.
This morning, I noticed how the orchids in our front room have started to grow more buds. When we bought it in early autumn from a bargain shop for £1.99, we estimate it would last at least before winter. But six months on it is still in full bloom, flowers seem to blossom well in a loving home.
This is true with all the flowers in our garden where despite the unpredictable weather, the winter pansies are thriving, the spring bulbs are coming out and the leaves of the roses are starting to come back to life. They are the flowers that I get everyday, regardless of the season, not ordered from a florist but lovingly tended by my husband's own hands.
And because today, we are allowed to be cheesy, this is what he has to say about this subject:
"Love is not a sudden outpouring of rain but the gentle drizzle that keeps the garden in bloom all throughout the year."Flowers, poetry and love ~ no, they don't need a special day to be celebrated.
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