The One Where I Profess My Love...

Valentine's Day. 

Even the title makes me cringe a little. Valentine's Day and I have a love/hate relationship. You could say we are not huge fans of one another. It's awkward. It's commercialized. And it's way too "on display" for me. 

Usually, I completely and utterly boycott it. Last year, I don't even think I said the words "Happy Valentine's Day" to my very newlywed husband. 

But this year I tried to have an open mind. I mean, c'mon, I am an old married lady now. And I have one heck of a cute husband. So I tried a different spin on it this year. A spin that included chocolate covered strawberries and homemade cheesecake [like from scratch. I know ... way out of character for me]. 

The husband even followed through with pink roses and all the chocolate a girl could ask for. 

This made for a gosh darn pretty good day. But my viewpoint on the dreaded V-Day didn't change until that night...

...Oh my goodness, get your head out of the dirties. Perverts. 

What I mean is that night when Jake offered our family prayer. And made me cry. Guys, I have a great husband. 

I have been having a hard time lately. School is taking over my life. Work has been stressful. And it seems I can't even get a good night of sleep with silly nightmares plaguing my dreams. 

But Jake has a way of putting everything into perspective. Even through a short "end of day" prayer. A prayer that makes me feel his love more than some sappy day filled with chocolate covered strawberries, homemade cheesecake, pink roses, and all the chocolate a girl could ask for.

So here I go. Professing my love. Ready?

I love my religion. I love my husband. And guys, I love Valentine's Day [well, at least for now].

I hope your Valentine's Day brought with it your own "professing of love".