My husband and I don’t really do Valentine’s Day.
No, it’s not because he always forgets. Frankly, I’m the one that usually forgets.
Valentine’s Day has a long and sorted history, which like many holidays has nothing to do with the chocolates and roses and little cupids of nowadays. In short, Valentine’s Day can be traced furthest back to a Roman fertility celebration called “Lupercalia”. So, you know, if chocolates and frilly cards gets you in the mood…. celebrate your heart out.
I have a hard time justifying going all out on a holiday (which this year falls on a Tuesday) to celebrate “our love” when we should be doing that all day, every day. I don’t need chocolates or roses to know that he loves me (also, frankly, my husband sucks at flower choosing and always goes overboard on chocolates, so also for the best). The little things he does shows me he cares. Like taking his lunch break yesterday to clean a foot of snow off my car so I wouldn’t have to do it after work. Or doing the dishes every night without nagging. I don’t need a day for that sort of thing. And it’s when it’s unplanned that it’s best.
That said, we’ll probably go out to dinner somewhere special this weekend. It won’t be as epic as seeing Deadpool in IMAX was last year (we’re classy) but it will still be fun.
I hope those of you celebrating have wonderful Valentine’s Days!