Every Day is Love

Valentine's Day comes once a year.  It's a day of love, expressions of love and a lot of "I love you" statements that seem innately appropriate.

Most Valentine's Day, I don't have the opportunity to send my significant other flowers, chocolates or a card, simply because she isn't available. Like many working people today, she is a traveler.  Her job is in the land of make believe, far, far away (Los Angeles).  Of course, I realize that I could send my token sentiments of love to her office there, but that isn't anything we've ever really done. Heck, I don't even know the address!  This year, she happened to be on an airplane, or in an airport, most of the day, so it really wouldn't have done much good.

I used to feel bad about not doing something for her.  And while I still feel a little pang of guilt, it quickly passes because I know our love is something much bigger and better than a boquet of flowers.

At some point, and I can't tell you exactly when this happened, my wife became more important to me than, well, anything else in my life.  I love my kids, and I'd defintely do anything to protect them, but it isn't the same feeling I have towards Kim.  She's my everything, my true love, my eternal light, my lover, my partner and my best friend.

We both have other interests.  I fish, she lets me.  I love football, a lot.  Have been an Iowa season ticket holder for a very long time (23 years).  She puts up with everything associated with it. She likes to be very social, entertain, visit our new grand-daughter and would like to travel more.  We do a lot of things that mean we aren't always together, and I guess that's the point I'm making.

We are both secure enough in our relationship to understand that we don't always have to be together to know each of us loves the other more and more each passing year. We don't need to worry about what the other is doing, who they are with or where they are going.  Jealousy doesn't exist in our relationship and either does drama. It took us a lot of rocky roads and a long time to get to this point, but it sure was worth it. If I had one wish for everyone, it is simply this: 

I hope all of you can find the same type of love in your relationships that Punky and I have.  It's pretty special and the feeling is, well, better than landing a 5 lb bass or a game winning touchdown.  Besides, if you don't have someone to share those experiences with, what good are they?