To be perfectly honest, I forgot about Valentine’s Day. We both did. My husband, Josh, and I are notoriously great at doing ”nothing” for holidays anyway. And we enjoy “nothing” as an extracurricular activity, as well. In my opinion, doing ‘nothing’ is a pastime I’ve always felt is a little under appreciated. It’s really an art form; it’s the ability to be completely content in life. Satisfaction and full appreciation for who we are and what we have. I love that we’ll block off a few hours after working all day on a Thursday evening, just to do practically nothing. One of us will randomly mention how wonderful it is; to be doing absolutely nothing and being completely and genuinely happy about it.
Although, as a newlywed, I feel some celebratory Valentine’s Day gushing is in order. I did, after all, find the person I want to spend the rest of my life with and it’s hard not to at least appreciate the idea of an entire day dedicated to the act of love. So tonight, we’ll sit in empty parking lots with tiny pastries in our hands and let the streetlights act as limelights for all the empty spaces; and we’ll think, “it’s high time ‘nothing’ got it’s moment in the spotlight.”