Tuesday, February 9, 2010

A Bit of Cheese

Valentine's Day is such a cheese. I really only half-care about it because it really is silly. However, I love cheese, and I LOVE love even more, so I can't help it. I'm a big believer in telling those you love that you do, and all the time. I can't walk out the door in the morning without a quick kiss from Matt. I love today, it's our first married Valentine's Day, and it reminds me just how lucky I am to share my life with this wonderful man. We celebrate this day by remembering the little things. We aren't into obnoxious displays of affection, we are both too levelheaded for it. In fact, in the almost six years we've been together, I've received flowers once... wait, let me rephrase... I received a flower once.

I was living in my sorority house, and Matt had come over with a bunch of his frat buddies, but hadn't come upstairs to see me. My roommate went downstairs proclaiming that I was mad at him for it, since he'd been there all of fifteen minutes. (For the record, I wasn't!) I soon opened my bedroom door to my cute boyfriend standing, arm outstreched, holding a rose. (Pause here to awwwwww before I continue) ...A rose from a downstairs vase, sent from our sorority alumni association. After several attempts at trying to pass off the sentiment as his own, he admitted a vase downstairs was a hair shy of a dozen. What a guy.

I cheese over this story. It's silly, like us. And very telling of how my life with Matt would be. He always tries to make sure my moments are happy. He makes me laugh hard and love loud. And he kisses like he means it. He's perfect, and he's mine. We celebrated Valentine's Day by treating ourselves to a dinner with far too many calories, that we most definately deserve after sticking to our New Year's resolutions for a full five weeks. And just when you thought that wasn't crazy enough.. wait for it.. a movie. Perfection in my book. Happy Valentine's Day Sweetheart.. thanks for making me a believer of real, knock-your-socks-off love, for holding my hand when I fall apart, and for boosting me up when I need a push toward my dreams. Like this one.

2 comments:

  1. I cried when I read this....for lots of reasons but most of all out of sheer gratefulness that my son has found someone who loves him exactly like he is...just as we love him! Never forget the way you feel now...hold it close to your heart!
    PS...Zach's dad is not big on the flower thing either but when I do get them...it is Oh so special!!! Love you, Katherine!

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