Over the past few years I’ve seen a lot of bloggers write mushy, romantic posts on Valentine’s Day. Posts about how they fell in love, their favorite romantic dates or getaways, love on the road, love at home, love across the globe, love, love, love. I usually roll my eyes because my heart happens to be made of ice, but somehow despite my chilly surroundings, something in me has thawed this year. Sure, Valentine’s Day is silly, but love is pretty magical and perhaps it does deserve a day of celebration.
Now, I’m not the most vocal person when it comes to feelings – I think the last time I told Dan I loved him was sometime in October, when he suggested we make tacos for dinner. But today I’m going to push myself out of my comfort zone.
Because I do love you.
I love the way you force me to do things I don’t want to, even though I know they’re good for me.
I love how outdoorsy you are. I mean, you are outside literally all the time.
And I love the way you make me go outside too. Like, several times a day. Being out in such beautiful nature is clearly good for my soul, and it always brightens my mood, yet whenever I’m in the cozy warmth of indoors I never want to leave. Why is that? Laziness, I guess. And that’s why I’m so thankful to have you in my life.
I wouldn’t do anywhere as much stargazing if it weren’t for you.
I love how misunderstood you are. There are a lot of people who don’t like you, but that only makes my love for you feel all the more special.
I love how beautiful you are, inside and out. Well, maybe more outside than in, but that’s okay because I’m shallow like that.
And I love the way you so readily, without complaint, deal with my shit. You’ll have to pardon my french there, my love, but there’s really no other word for it. I mean, I guess I could say poop, but that seems a bit too crude for a love letter. Then again, you don’t seem to mind the crude one bit. I guess that’s the beauty of being an outhouse.
And you are one beautiful outhouse.
In fact, when the temperature drops and it becomes almost unbearable to go outside, you demand my continued affection by decking yourself out in wall-to-wall glitter. It only happens on the coldest of winter nights, but wow is it magical – even your cobwebs are bedazzled! And it’s something I would never have the chance to see if it weren’t for you. Have I mentioned that I’m thankful?
Sometimes I wonder if my feelings for you will change come muddy, rainy springtime, but I guess that’s the thing about love. I’ll just have to keep my heart open and trust in you. In us.
Would you love an outhouse?