Every day is Valentine's Day.
My heart flutters at his words.
This is the 20th February 14th we've shared together. Two decades building a life that celebrates our love for God and for each other. And for the girl who's suddenly taller than her mama. I am a woman who loves words and he is a man of few. But who needs a store-bought card when everything he does whispers how much he loves me?
He agrees for me to pursue something my heart must, despite the complications and inevitable questions. His understanding, encouragement and support are far more lovely than the most poetic card.
He doesn't complain that the floors haven't been mopped and the clothes haven't been put away. His quiet acceptance is far more meaningful than jewelry that sparkles.
He stays awake long after the lights are extinguished, listening to my heart secrets there in the dark. Our conversations are richer than even the most exquisite chocolate.
It's not the stuff movies are made of.
It is much, much more.
My beloved is mine, and I am his. - Song of Solomon 2:16 (ESV)