The day isn’t different. I won’t wake up tomorrow magically more in love with you than I was today. You will still get up before me and I will still crawl out of bed 5 minutes before I leave for my run, yelling at the kids all the way out the door what they need to have finished before I get back. Chances are you will have left for work by the time I return, and I will finish packing lunches, shove a total of 74 Valentines into their respective child’s backpack and kick them out the door.  If it’s a good day, I won’t have to lock the door behind Monster, or drag him down the street by the arm the whole way to school. The I’ll shower and you’ll do whatever it is you do at work.  I’ll head to a meeting and you’ll, I don’t know, do some army thing. We might meet up for lunch.  Because we can. And we’ll look at each other and laugh because neither of us cares the slightest about Valentines Day, or any other ‘special’ day for that matter, but there we will be at lunch anyways. Every once and a while I love going out with you in uniform.  You look sexy in green. And then after work and school we’ll head out to the gym and the kids will go to MMA and you and I will go to kickboxing.  On the way back we’ll rent a movie and we’ll eat the pizza I made in the afternoon and watch it together. Maybe we’ll even find one…