February 14, 2012
Ok. I’ll admit it. I’m a huge Valentine’s Day nut. Put two of the things I love most in this world together (love and paper products) and you have the world’s most perfect holiday.
Matt Oholendt? Decidedly not the world’s biggest Valentine’s fan. In fact, I believe I’ve heard the words “hallmark holiday” come out of his mouth in recent history but when you are married to a girl who still gives out Valentine’s every year (a slight upgrade from elementary school’s Disney Valentines) and whose Love Language is indeed “Receiving Gifts”? Ignoring the holiday isn’t really an option.
So last year, when February 14th came and went in the Oho household with nary a card, flower or chocolate in sight, I lost it. A full blown, complete Melissa Oholendt melt down in the passenger seat on the way home from our Valentine’s meal of Chipotle burrito bowls (take-out, no less). I cried. I shook my fist. I told Matt we needed to do better. We needed to infuse some romance back into our lives. We needed to exchange gifts because MY LOVE LANGUAGE WAS RECEIVING GIFTS AFTER ALL. I needed this. And after five years of marriage and not even a Valentine’s Day card or a romantic dinner out, WE needed this. It is a day about showing people how much you love them and what is not to LOVE about that? And for the record, we were not going become that couple that ignores Valentine’s Day.
The next morning a box showed up on my desk with the iPad I had been lusting after for months. With an order date of February 10. And a card that said, “Happy Valentine’s Day! Love, Your Husband.”
I will never, ever live the Valentine’s Day of 2011 down.