Matt & I aren’t huge Valentine’s Day consumers- he does such a good job of making me feel loved throughout the year that I don’t really feel compelled to go all out on February 14th. That’s not to say I don’t appreciate a sweet note and a little gift, but we keep things pretty conservative here in the Springmann house. The first Valentine’s Day we were together was when we were still in college and with Matt four hours away at Mason, we didn’t get to spend the day together. So what did he do? He had a Ravenclaw hat & scarf sent to me in Radford, because the previous month he’d casually asked me which House I thought I’d be in if we were at Hogwarts. Scoff if you must, but this man is amazing.
Our first married Valentine’s Day was only a month after we returned from our honeymoon and in an effort to spare our bank account, we did Chinese food and a RedBox movie. We loved the low-key evening so much that it’s become our new tradition, so instead of a fancy dinner reservation, we’ll be watching Sherlock Holmes and enjoying take-out from somewhere here in Reston while spread out on a picnic blanket in our living room.
A couple of days ago I told Matt I really wanted him to write me a letter for Valentine’s Day because we’d forgotten to get cards for one another for our anniversary this year. Whoops! And in true Matt style, he took my request and made it better. I woke up this morning to find Scooby-Doo Valentine’s notes tucked all around the house with a sweet little message from Matt and a bit of scripture to accompany it.
It’s so easy for me to get caught up in what I’m SUPPOSED to want on February 14th- expensive chocolates, even more expensive flowers, the best table at the fanciest restaurant. And there’s nothing wrong with wanting those things! But deep down, that’s not really what I want on Valentine’s Day- I want to feel pursued, valued, and treasured. When I find myself getting wrapped up in what I think I’m supposed to want vs. what I actually care about (because truly, I’d hate myself the next day for eating an entire Whitman’s Sampler), God always has a way of gently showing me what an amazing man I married, how he is exACTLY what I need and want without the pretense of media-prompted expectations.