Happy Valentines Day

How appropriate is the following post that I found. If Aleeza were older I am afraid I would be dealing with the same questions! Thank you for posting this!


Where Have All the Valentines Gone?
The boys and I ventured to Wal-mart today to look for valentines for Mr. Wilt.
Big mistake.
I thought we would just slip in there, grab a bit of chocolate, a cute card, and finish shopping for the week with the thousands of others who dash to the store when freezing rain looms in the weekly forecast. Not so much.
We found chocolate fairly easily, but card shopping with a 3 year old for Valentine's Day is NO fun whatsoever. There were multiple questions like these:
"Mommy, why does that lady not have on clothes? Where's her dress?"
"Mommy, why is there a devil on that card? He's scary!"
"Mommy, read me what this card says."
And yes, all of the above statements were made with my sweet boy hoisting an R-rated card in the air, waving it for all to see. I ask with all the other hopeless romantics in the world, what has happened to Valentine's Day?
When I was young, we decorated shoeboxes with construction paper and excitedly opened each valentine on the afternoon of February 14th. Little boxes of Conversation Hearts were given out, and each child enjoyed (at least) one frosting-topped, sprinkle-doused cupcake before heading home. And of course, there was the red fruit punch that we all wore home as mustaches. Sigh. Those were the days.
Now, when you shop for items of a sentimental nature such as these, you are also bombarded with furry handcuffs, explicit dice telling you do whatever to whomever, and other objects that are more than just a wee bit scary. Our world is absolutely consumed with lust. And at this time of year, it can be just a bit frightening.
I speak for thousands of women when I say this: We don't want lust. We want love. We don't care about glow-in-the dark boxers. We could care less about naughty cards. We want so much more than that. Really.
We want a man that will love us faithfully, even when we're old and gray and don't look 21 anymore. A man that doesn't mind baby spit up and gladly hoists children up in the air to play "airplane". A man that studies God's Word and really lives it. A man that won't give up no matter what. A man that will hold us when we need comforted, wipe our tears when we cry, and write the check when we accidentally wreck the van. A man that isn't afraid to smile, to sing, or to smooch his wife when he thinks the children aren't looking. A real man who really knows the meaning of true, Biblical love.
So, Wal-mart, keep your naughty cards. Keep your furry handcuffs. I'll be cooking my valentine his favorite meal and snuggling on the couch this year. And the smooches? Well, they'll come when he thinks the children aren't looking. :o)