My kind of valentine. :)

I won't lie, valentines day is really no big deal around my house. (Kinda like my birthday, it tends to be forgotten). I don't really mind, normally. 

Ben and I spent our first valentines day at my grandparents condo in St George playing cards. So that should have been my first indicator that roses and chocolates weren't in my future, right? 

But for some reason every year I hope for some display of affection from my sweet hubby and every year I'm reminded that those things just don't happen to me. 

Now I'm not complaining, ok maybe a little, but the reality is: WE aren't the romantic type of couple. 

Meaning: even if he did something like bring home roses or sweep my off my feet, out yonder window, onto a valiant steed, and raced me off into the sunset.. I wouldn't know how to react. I might just laugh. Yep, I'd laugh.. 

I day dream about a Ben who dances with me and surprises me with diamonds but the woman in those day dreams is not me. I would giggle and be embarrassed if Ben tried to dance with me (we didn't even dance at our wedding) and I would feel sick to my stomach if he gave me diamonds (there are a million things I want more then diamonds so they seem like a waste of money...) 

And as far as my birthday goes, yeah sometimes I wish he would remember or throw me a party or get me a meaningful gift. But the reality is I don't like being the center of attention (which is probably a shock to those of you who knew me as a child). I would be more then happy if he said "happy birthday" when I woke up. (Which by the way has yet to happen once in the last five years, he forgets but it will happen one day, I'm sure of it :) ) 

So as wonderful as other women's husbands sounds with their extravagant gifts and big bouquets of flowers and expensive chocolates.. I like buying myself a gift (cause I know what I want so there are never any returns) and I like picking out my own chocolates. 

I am happy with a blissfully unaware husband who kisses me and tells me I'm beautiful everyday and not just because of special occasions. 

He is mine. In all his non-romantic, sarcastic, forgetful glory, he is mine. I picked him. Not because of all the things he buys me, not because he swept me off my feet, not because he's super thoughtful.. I picked him because he is sweet, fun, charming, handsome, hilarious, and perfect for me. He is my kind of valentine. :)

Plus he's a fireman so that's a plus! ;)