Ok, I admit it...I'm Flawed (and apparently very spoiled)!

I'm willing to admit it. I'm a flawed human being! There I said it! Yesterday morning I woke up grouchy, angry, sad, frustrated and downright moody. It was Valentine's Day and unlike a lot of people its one of those crazy holidays I actually look forward to celebrating. Not for the reasons many think about. For me its no longer about the gifts (notice I said its no longer about the gifts). For me February has always been an exciting time. Marc's birthday falls a few days before Valentines Day and over the years its been a chance to extend the love fest sort of speak. In nearly 28 years together we have only been separated this time of year once! And that was during Desert Storm when he was shipped overseas with the army to fight. We don't do anything special. God has blessed me to be married to a man who lavishes love (on everyone) 12 months out of the year. I love flowers, but he has been known to buy them year round. I'm not a big chocolate fan, so a big red heart box full of chocolates are not the key to my heart. And even though diamonds are my birthstone, they are not my best friend. Marc however is, and for me its just the fact that I get to spend some time with him that counts.

So long story short I had a pity party yesterday (between you and me , I'm guessing my hormones are out of whack as I get older and start to face the big "M" word. But that's a post for another day!) Anyway, by the end of the day I was feeling lost and alone and really all I wanted to do was go home and crawl into my own bed. Instead the electricity went off (at 7:30 PM, and did not come back on until 11:30 PM) at my mom's and I ended up in bed early anyway! That was until around 12 midnight when Marc called me on the phone to ask me if I was going to let him in. Now, keep in mind I was sound asleep and for a minute I thought I was dreaming. But no, my sweet husband (who was working a job out of town) decided to stop at my mom's home instead of driving the additional 45 minutes home to sleep in his own bed. In addition he came bearing gifts! I loved the red roses, but my favorite gift (second to having Marc standing at the door) was the bag of Zero candy bars and four boxes of sweet tarts! Who would not love a man like that? For reasons beyond my understanding God blessed me to have this wonderful man in my life. I know I don't deserve him, but despite my flawed (and sometimes selfish) ways....God loved me soo much that he gave me Marc! There is this church song that says...I don't know why he loves me so much, but I'm soo glad he did (flaws and all)!