Practice random acts of romance all year.
My tugboat man isn’t here today, Sigh.
But I don’t really care about Valentine’s Day. I really, really don’t.
It’s not that I reject it for its blatant commercialism (although there’s that, too) but my thought process works like this: why set aside only one day out of 365 to be nice?
Practicing random acts of romance any time during the year speaks to me of being genuine – that one has had an independent thought not generated by heavy-handed advertising — and expression of love and romance.
It doesn’t have to be expensive (really!).
I get as excited and grateful when my tugboat man brings home a seashell or a cool rock as I do when he brings my favorite Chanel perfume.
With all due respect to Sheryl Sandberg, this is how I lean in…
Want to read about our first Valentine’s Day? Click here: He Who Tugs At My Heart