My Funny Valentine

You know, after I wrote this title I started humming the song. When doing so, it struck me as odd that the lyrics to "My Funny Valentine" are really not very nice.
"...your looks are laughable, unphotographable... yet you're my favorite work of art... Is your figure less than Greek? Is your mouth a little weak? When you open it to speak, are you smart?.. But don't change a hair for me, not if you care for me... stay little valentine, stay..."
So, basically, what the writer is saying is "you're not very pretty, you don't have a good figure, and you're kinda dumb. But I love you anyway."

I don't know about you, but I'm thinking if my sweetheart said that to me I'd either slap him or cry. Or both.  I mean, I get that we are all imperfect and the person who loves us like that must overlook our faults in order to fully love us. But do you want your boyfriend, girlfriend, husband or wife to tell you he/she thinks you're ugly and stupid?

I think not.

So... I guess what I'm saying is that, even though it's a classic, "My Funny Valentine" is a dumb song.

This revelation, however, was not at all the intended theme of this blog post. Please forgive my momentary loss of direction.

OK! Here's what I had planned to write about. MY Funny Valentine!

My husband never ceases to amaze and surprise me. Before I explain, here's a little background.

For as many years as I can remember, he and I have both expressed a distaste for Valentine's Day. It is, after all, a day created for florists, card companies, candy companies, etc., to make lots of money. It is also a day when we are all sort of pressured to tell people we love them, care about them, or are thinking of them. But here's the thing... shouldn't we be doing that all the time, anyway?

My friend and coworker, Betsy, and I had this discussion earlier this week. We both feel the same way... it means a whole lot more to receive a bouquet of flowers or a card or gift on some random day of the week/month than it does to receive them on Valentine's Day. Why? Because the gift-giver doesn't feel like he/she HAS to do something special. They are simply doing it because they WANT to.

My husband does this sort of thing all the time. Seriously! All... The... TIME! And he doesn't just give me the presents. He usually picks some weird place to hide the gift so I'll be surprised to find it. Here's an example... He once bought me a pair of shoes on a random day, and put them in the refrigerator so when I came home and opened the fridge, there would be this gorgeous pair of shoes waiting for me. (That was sort of funny, actually, because a couple of hours passed before I opened the fridge that night. So when I finally found the shoes they were ice cold. I'm glad he didn't put them in the oven.:)

Side note: The hubby also has great taste and an awesome sense of style. Case in point, a surprise gift the night LSU lost to Alabama in the BCS championship game:

Seriously, how FINE are these shoes?! They certainly took a little of the sting out of that horrible game.

Anyway, on Valentine's Day, I really didn't expect the hubby to do a whole lot. He shows me every single day how much he loves me, so V-Day (or VD as one of my buddies calls it) doesn't hold a lot of pressure. So imagine my shock when, over the past two days, I have "found" a dress (in my dining room chair), a pair of shoes (on the buffet), a pair of pants (hanging over the shower curtain), and a skirt (on my pillow in the bed), all in addition to the actual gift he wrapped for me V-day morning. OH! And he also cooked me dinner!

Yes, I am a lucky girl. And if all of this weren't enough, he also makes me laugh. A LOT. And usually at unexpected times, in unexpected places. Real laughter... like spit-coke-out-of-your-nose kinda funny.

I suppose what I'm trying to say is that I very much appreciate My Funny Valentine. Not the stupid song, but the great guy. And I hope everyone reading this is blessed enough to have this kind of love in your life. I don't mean the gifts, although those are wonderful, too! I just mean the kind of love that shows itself on a random Tuesday in September, instead of only on days like Valentine's Day.

I hope you find the kind of love that catches you totally by surprise, and makes you laugh out loud at unexpected times, and in unexpected places.

"There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved.  It is God's finger on man's shoulder."  ~Charles Morgan   


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