It means different things to different people. My husband and I don’t go all out for what we call the “Hallmark” holidays. I do little things here and there (heart shaped pancakes and a homemade card etc. etc.). This year I think we’re going out to a swanky breakfast (my favorite meal).
For the past 23 years, Valentine's Day has been “the day after”.
Usually, February 13th is a day marked with balloons and pink Gerber Daisies (her favorite). There are usually presents and a fancy dinner (her favorite meal) and lots of pink (her favorite color). We used to do these things with her on the day before Valentine's Day because she used to live in Phoenix.
I first met her twenty four years ago on February 13th. Way back in 1986, while the rest of the world was waiting for (or dreading) Valentine's Day, I was being introduced to the person who changed my life forever. She was born on a Thursday at 10:02 in the morning and, at first glance, I was slightly afraid of her. She grew on me. Yes, that she did.
Do you have a favorite (or funny) Valentine's Day memory?