I’ve never really been all that big on the 14th of February.
Mostly, because I have an issue with people who only show how much they care on 1 day of the year. If you care about someone, it shouldn’t just be on 1 day, it should be all the time.
And it’s those little things, those almost-not-obvious moments, that mean the most.
*It’s stopping by because you know they aren’t feeling good, and need to have someone close, even if it’s across the room because they’re virulently contagious.
*It’s bringing cough drops, because you want them to feel better, and you know they don’t have any.
*It’s remembering that they like something, and remembering that they don’t like some things.
*It’s making someone laugh… even if they’re really grouchy and don’t want to.
*It’s sidelong glances when you think they’re not watching, just to find out that they are… and then they blush.
*It’s paying attention to the things they say, even if you don’t agree with it, or understand it – letting them talk something out and just actively listening.
*It’s knowing that you can argue with them – and they won’t just walk away, they’ll argue back.
*Taking someone’s hand, just to hold it.
*Being content just to sit and watch bad cable tv with them, because they’re getting a kick out of it, and you like watching them laugh.
*Offering to help them when they need somebody who knows how to fix stuff. Because you know how to fix stuff.
Most of these things don’t cost much, if anything.
But they are priceless.
And I’d rather have them than a million cards. Cards are words printed on paper, and sure, they can get your feelings down in indelible ink, proof admissible in court and all that… and yeah, they’re nice too.
But if I had to choose just one, I’d rather have all the little moments, the small touches and smiles, the day-to-day proof.
Oh, and flowers. Cause I’m a girl, and I’m supposed to want flowers, right?
Ok, so yeah, I like flowers too.