Tonight at bedtime I was pulling out my six-year old daughter’s ponytail holder. It got tangled and pulled her hair. She cried out in pain.
“I’m so sorry M. I didn’t mean to do that!”
“It’s ok Mommy. I still love you. Even when you’re up there (points up to Heaven) and I’m really old, I’ll still love you. I’ll never stop loving you.”
Teary eyed and touched by her thoughtful words, I knew I must be doing something right…
I don’t need sticky, sweet chocolates that will go right to my thighs or overpriced greeting cards decked out in red and pink. All I need is to hear you say you appreciate me. You love me for who I am and what I stand for. You admire my courage and strength, my ability to walk away when I have to. You love me, faults and all, admitting you accept my nagging and micromanaging, my not-even-close to six-pack abs and my limited patience. All you need to tell me is how happy you are when we are together, doing something, doing nothing, just being. You declare we have made this wonderfully full life together, overflowing with children and crayon marks on the walls and sleepless nights and you wouldn’t want it any other way.
Or you could just give me one really long hug and a fierce kiss and tell me you love me and that would be enough too.
Happy Valentine’s Day.