My valentines gift was a bag of Hershey's kisses tossed in my lap on his way in from the grocery store. I just remind myself that at least he did go do the grocery shopping and then washed 3 loads of clothes while he watched races on TV. So I guess it is all a matter of trade-offs. I put a lot of effort into remembering to be grateful for what he does and remembering how much I hate the grocery store and washing clothes. I look at those as my 'love gifts' and when the longing for the rest of the package starts have learned to be content with the parts of the package I do have.