Gift of Love…

I have to admit, that for the most part, I pretty much kept forgetting that today was Valentine’s Day.  Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the sentiment of the holiday, but here at the Farm, it’s really not that big of a deal.  We’ve had more than our fair share of Valentine’s Days, and in the beginning we had fun with the presents, the flowers, the kisses, the restaurants and the romantic movies.  As the story usually goes, it was fun while it lasted.  At some point over the years, it just started to feel more odd than fun, and we slowly weaned ourselves away from the traditions.  Of course, we still get each other cards dripping with proclamations of love, and we smile and kiss, then put the cards on the mantle above the living room fireplace.  Then we sort of just go about our day.  Our usual day in, day out, predictable routine sort of day.  You see, every day we spend with each other is a celebration of our friendship, and our love.  To set aside one day to celebrate that love seems a bit silly above and beyond the card and the kiss.  We already spend nearly every minute together, out of choice, not holiday.  We make sure that our days begin and end with “I love you”, and that is repeated dozens of times in between, sometimes verbally, sometimes with a touch.  Every evening we share a meal that has been prepared just for us by the Man, a Southern man who truly understands the power that a good meal can wield over another man’s heart.  We routinely settle in beside each other most nights to watch a good movie, complete with malted milk balls and other snacks, and feeling as though we were teenagers at the drive-in.  Every night, we fall asleep knowing that each one loves the other with all of his heart, and that same love will be just as strong and present the next day.  Each and every day with the Man is a blessing, and that is truly the only gift I need…