My husband’s love language is food.
Not the elaborate, candlelit dinner kind, although we have shared a few of those. His love language lives somewhere between the bakery shelf and the checkout lane, where temptation waits disguised as kindness. He comes home holding a small white bag or a bright box, wearing that familiar half-smile. It’s chocolate covered strawberry time.
“I’m sorry,” he says, already laughing, “I know you said not to… but it was right there by the register.” I love it all but my hips don’t.
Cookies, candy, cake, pastries wrapped in wax paper, surprises chosen in a moment of thinking of me. Over the years I have learned that these offerings are not really about sugar or indulgence. They are small edible love notes, reminders that even in the middle of errands and ordinary days, I am on his mind.
When love lasts a lifetime and beyond, it is filled with moments that look simple from the outside. Love becomes less about grand gestures and more about shared rhythms, familiar jokes, and lazy afternoons spent in comfy chairs, TV doing its thing, him napping or simply hanging out without the need to fill the silence.
This year marks our fifty-seventh Valentine’s Day together, though technically it is our fifty-eighth celebration. The first came before we met. He was in Vietnam, and I was a stranger writing letters across oceans and uncertainty. By Feb 14, we had been writing for four months, exchanging words without exchanging glances.
That Valentine’s Day in 1968, he sent brass bracelets from the Montagnard Tribe. Small circles of metal carrying stories carved in them from a world I would never see. I wore them as if they were promises from a cowboy to me.
Time unfolded in its own steady way. Trinkets became jewelry, then more elegant jewelry that became roses, then roses and chocolate, and somewhere along the way gifts softened into just us.
I learned that love is not measured by the sparkle of what is given but by the quiet certainty of one who stays.
We walked through seasons that tested us, seasons that reshaped us, grief that cut so deep we thought it would never heal, and laughter that stitched us back together again. Through it all, he still stops at the register and brings home something sweet, as if love itself might be wrapped in paper and tied with a ribbon.
These days, our Valentine celebrations are less about going out and more about settling in. Two chairs side by side and a favorite TV show. A plate of something he could not resist buying, shared or savored by one.
There’s great comfort in just knowing that love does not need to prove itself anymore; it simply shows up, day after day, sometimes disguised as a cookie.
A lifetime built not from perfect moments, but from ordinary ones repeated with thoughtfulness until they become sacred.
Love you Danny, from this day and through forever, one sweet moment at a time.
May all your Valentine’s be sweet and everlasting.
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