We are fast approaching our 10th year as a couple, our 10th Valentines day and our 5th year married. Long gone are the grand gestures of love, they disappeared the second Ava and Poppy came along. Whilst I do miss the impromptu trips away and the nights out, I’ve come to realise that those big acts of love no longer mean as much to me. Now it’s the little things that mean the most and make me feel truly loved.
It’s the tiny insignificant things like taking the bin out, hoovering up, the cups of tea, buying my favourite snacks, not moaning about my love of Disney pyjamas, not getting me committed to a mental asylum every time I lose my shit over something silly.
It’s the little bum squeezes when I walk past, the hours spent watching murders mysteries and dodgy teen dramas with me, sharing your Next account and not divorcing me every time ANOTHER purchase email comes through, telling me you’d still do me even when I’m ill and I’ve got tissue shoved up my nose.
It’s doing the bathtime routine on your own when I need a break, changing stinky baby butts, doing the washing up because you know I hate it, sitting through Diehard for the 2345678998665th time because you know how much I love it, still finding me attractive even though you watched me simultaneously push a baby out and shit myself, twice.
It’s listening to me mind dump on you in bed every night when you would rather be asleep, and joining the National trust so you can come on Sunday walks with me instead of watching football. It’s making me laugh when I’m being an angry arsehole, and not running for the hills every time I declare I’m going to embark on a new business venture or say I’m going to redecorate the entire house.
All these little things and more make me feel the most loved and content, yes we argue and we have our ups and downs like any couple but at the end of the day we still make sure we do these little acts of love for each other. We still make each other laugh and make time to be together as a couple, not easy with kids but it’s good to remember your relationship is just as important as the kids.
This Valentines day there will be no grand shows of affection, no trips to Paris or Limo rides (yes, he is way more romantic than me) but thats’s fine with me because it’s the little things that happen everyday matter the most.