Valentines Day...Well a Day Late!

My husband and I love each other every day so we really don't need a day to set asside and celebrate, but we do have to schedule time together because we seem to be so busy. So we decided to have Valentines Day today. This spawned mainly from me wanting to attend my gym class and B wanting to get some work finished.

We did agree that there were to be no presents...apart from my cheating bc I couldn't resist the mushy card and the cuddle monster that sings and dances...we kept to this agreement.

This however got me thinking. We actually do get each other gifts. We make it a point to kiss each other goodbye every morning unless B is away on business. We make it a point to text or call each other daily with an I love you, and we do nice things for each other all year round. That said, I sometimes wonder if we are romantic enough to compare to all the wonderful stories of love that I read about so much. Did I find my Mr. Darcy, Mr. Rochester, or Mr Farrars? I think I did. I mean he doesn't embody the classic written verson of love but he does love me and deal with my personality flaws and quirks. Lets see how he rates.

On Mr. Darcy. Darcy was a shy, clever man who until meeting Elizabeth had never thought anything for others outside his small family and friend circle. He was generous to others but did not have the view Elizabeth had on meeting friends. My husband is shy at times (although you would never know it). He like Mr. Darcy sit back and watch a crowd listening and studying to make sure he can have something significant to say or have some part of the conversation. B assesses the situation allowing time to feel comfortable and at ease, bc only at ease is when the real B comes out. B unlike Darcy isn't so serious and loves to joke, he makes me laugh and is one of the things I love about my Mr. Darcy.

Mr. Rochester...no my B doesn't keep a crazy lady in the attic who turned out to be his wife the day of our wedding. But he loves me and there was a time when I would read a loud to him just like Jane did when her Mr. Rochester was blind. B would move heaven and earth to seek me out and find me and his most miserable times are when we are apart.

Mr. Farrars...B probably is least like this man from one of my favorite love stories. But like Edward he has a loving and generous heart. He is kind, and treats all people with respect, and has that same sort of way where he doesn't catch on to female subtlies, which in the book and in my own life make me laugh.

I think my nonfairy tale non written version of a husband rates pretty well. I know when he proposed he said this wasn't going to be a fairytale, and he was right. We are a classic love story which is more interesting than happily ever after in my opinion.