This year for Valentine’s Day I’m focusing on the little things. The Man’s schedule is busy and it’s only going to get worse for the next 18 months. I like chocolate (maybe too much) and flowers as much as the next lady but I don’t need them. The Man tells me he loves in thousands of ways all the time.
Love is in the little things. It’s in stopping to pick up more dog food on the way home from work. In the letting the other sleep late even though you’re tired too (someone has to get up with the tired but no longer sleeping toddler!) It’s in filling up the car and bringing a bowl of ice cream into the living room. It’s in the kisses, lots and lots of kisses at random times. It’s in doing his reading homework for his college classes on the loveseat next me. It’s in cooking on weekends and spending time as a family. Love is in the surprise texts and late night conversations.
I see his love for me in the snuggling and cuddling of our daughter, in the tickling of her and in the discipline (Yes, there’s love in discipline.) There’s love in listening to him getting her dressed and doing her hair. I love watching them together, enjoying each other. Daddies and daughters are so special, and my hearts overfills with love as interact and love each other.
My family overfills my heart. For today, it’s more than enough for me.