Sweet Nothings

I'm getting nothing for Valentine's Day.

I can state this as an absolute fact, because my husband and I have a standing agreement. No gifts, no cards, no hoopla at all.

I'm not a huge fan of the day, which may be surprising coming from a romance author. But to me, it always feels like a big push to be "romantic" on one day, thereby giving everyone a free pass for the rest of the year. Send those flowers, and you're good until next February!

But me, I'd rather get flowers on a random Tuesday, just because it was raining out and he thought the house would look nice with a fresh bouquet. Or hear "Let's go out to dinner tonight, you've had a long week and shouldn't have to cook."

This weekend, I came down with norovirus (aka, stomach flu) and was flat on my back for 36 hours. So what did my husband do?

The laundry.
The grocery shopping.
Made sure Midkid had a ride to practice.
Kept the kids occupied so I could be miserable in peace.
And, midway through the day, came home with a freestanding jewelry armoire just because he knew I'd wanted one for a while but would never spend the money on it myself.

So no, I'm getting nothing for Valentine's Day. But that's just the way I like it.