Valentine's Day As An Afterthought

Every year I work myself up into a tizzy with hopes, high expectations and dreams of a perfect birthday (February 12) followed by a romantic Valentine's Day. I figured that when I got married my dreams of such would always be carried out to a tee now because I had a loving husband who would do anything for me. Now before I continue I must add that I do have a very loving, kind, husband. And he would do anything for me.
Unfortunately, after a few dramatic, tear-filled birthday/Valentine's Days, I learned that he didn't  know what I wanted unless I straight out told him. I, the girly wife, imagined what things he might do for me and he, the handsome husband, frantically waited for me to tell him what I wanted. The results? Disappointment verging on devastation, frustation and drama drama drama. This year, as the notorious birthday/romantic holiday approached, we both joked that it would be a miracle if I didn't cry.

I did cry. But that was only because I cut onions for a soup I made on my birthday.

This year both my birthday and Valentines Day were wonderful and I reflected on why I enjoyed both so much this year. Yes, Jason got me a wonderful gift. He surprised me with a big, beautiful, cozy gliding rocker with an ottoman.

And yet, there seemed to be something more this year. It didn't bother me that I didn't have  the romantic, candlelight dinner with Jason showering me with flowers, chocolates and other tokens of love. It didn't bother me that I didn't have breakfast in bed, or a big birthday cake ( although I did make myself a little German Chocolate cake). It didn't bother me that I didn't have the "ideal" Valentine's Day. Instead, I realized that I already had the best thrill/excitement/joy given to me in the form of my little girl. Nothing could surpass the thrill I had in bringing her into the world. Nothing could surpass the joy I experience every day when I look at her beautiful little face and she smiles at me. Nothing could surpass the excitement I have when I wake up and remember I have a beautiful little baby waiting for me in the next room. Step aside birthday and Valentine's day, I already got my gift this year, and she is the greatest token of love.
And yes, you can say that Jason is the one who gave her to me.