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Happy Valentine's Day!

The hubby is not big on occasions like Valentine's Day. We normally eat out but we do not have those mushy flowers or celebrations. I have learned not to expect.

This year, we're living on a tight budget because I'm giving birth in June. We need to save up so we can give the best to our baby. I usually get him a Valentine's Day card plus a gift if I have money to spare. But this year, I chose to skip the card. (Could have gotten one actually had I remembered, hihi.) I just cooked him his favorite breakfast of bacon, bacon oil fried rice, and sunny side up egg. Then I used cloth table napkins to wrap the utensils. I placed a post-it note greeting him Happy Valentine's Day, which could have found its way to the trash bin by now (I hope not!). Nothing fancy really but it's always the thought that counts.

Then I opened Facebook and was bombarded by photos of friends receiving flowers from their husbands or boyfriends. These made me smile - with absolutely no bitterness in my heart.

Then I saw an aunt's status. Her husband passed away a few years ago. She posted their picture and she said that she now treasures the memories she had with him and she remembers how she said yes to him one Valentine's Day in medical school. (They're both doctors.) And that made me cry.

I don't need the flowers, the cards, and all the mushy things that come with Valentine's Day and any other romantic occasion. I just want my husband to be with me until the day I die. I cannot stand to lose him. I love him tremendously and that is the only thing I really ask for.

Happy Heart's Day everyone - regardless of your relationship status! :)

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