Valentine's Day 2015
We're not huge Valentiners around here. Our first couple V-days together went something like this-- Scott scrambling the day of to find me some ridiculous gift to make up for lack of preparation, me rushing to throw some elaborate hand made gesture together to show that I do have a mushy side. This usually ended with a hole burnt through Scott's wallet and me crafted out for the year. Needless to say, we've scaled back. This year, I bought a card and called it good. Valentines day morning I was pleasantly surprised upon climbing into a shiny car that no longer smelt like diapers and chick-fil-a! What a sweet heart, I thought. That or he just got sick of looking for the cup holders under the mountain of toys and snack briberies I keep in there. Either way, I loved him more for it!
When I got back from the gym, Scarlett ran to greet me with a box of chocolates and giant hug. Scott was leaning on the counter filling out my card with three peach roses laying next to it (he knows I don't love red ones). While some women may prefer the card ready before seeing it, I kind of loved that he was still last minute filling it out. It only made it more Scott-like. After reading a sweet and heart felt card, I was shooed upstairs to take a nap. I came down an hour or so later to a clean (man-clean) kitchen and happy kids. Soon after that the babysitter arrived and we drove up to our favorite restaurant. We talked about the kids, played trivia on his phone and conversed about any little thought we hadn't had time to discuss lately. It was just what this adult conversation-thirsty mama, needed.
After dinner we headed to the mall where Scott told me to go pick out a gift for myself. We ended up in West Elm and I snagged a couple picture frames. We drove home and blasted music we can't while the kids are in the car for fear of blowing their little ear drums out. It was a classic music, air guitar and sing off kind of ride home.
Our day wasn't filled with extravagant gifts or surprises. We didn't do anything expensive or unusual. It was simple, personal and perfect.
The longer we're married the better we understand each other (no surprise there). But honestly, it was an ideal way for Scott to let me know he loves me and hopefully I did the same. If you've ever done the "love languages" test you'll know what I'm talking about. I'm an "acts of service" kind of girl. You can buy me uuber expensive gifts and say I love you until you're blue in the face. But if I see you doing the dishes or mopping the floor.... That's my kind of I love you. Needless to say, Scott made my day perfect. And by not burning a hole in his wallet, I would say I made his day pretty awesome, too.
No idea how I scored with my wonderful Valentine. Heaven knows I didn't deserve him. Scott has the purest heart of any man I know. Truly. You'll never hear him say a negitive word about anyone. He hates to see people sad or unhappy and will do just about anything to cheer you up. While Scott doesn't demand (or prefer) the spotlight he loves to make us laugh. He's soft, loving and kind, never judging others but stands firm in his beliefs and convictions. He shows love simply, but with his whole heart. His babies adore him and grin ear to ear when he walks through the door, sometimes making me jealous! But I get it. He's makes me grin ear to ear as well.
