I fall a bit in the anti-Valentine’s Day camp. I don’t like being told that this one day a year should be the ultimate day of romance for The Boy and I. Usually, it just means that the day will blow up in our faces and be one of the worst of the year. So instead, we try to make our anniversary special (but not by going to any great lengths) and pepper the year with nights out together, doing things we enjoy.
You have to admit, some people go a bit far. I worked with some women who set the bar awfully high. Their SO’s had to buy the perfect flowers, the perfect gift, and take them to the perfect restaurant. If any part of it went south, they grumbled and complained to everyone at the office who was nearby.
Honestly, if I get diamonds, I’d rather it be because my husband wanted to buy them for me- not specifically because it’s Valentine’s Day and he felt compelled to.
I’m sure you’re wondering just what it is about Valentine’s Day that I like. Remember what Valentine’s Day was like when you were a kid? You’d buy the cards for your class and candy that you liked, and make the doily cards for someone special (or your parents). That’s what I love. Comraderie, candy, and homemade cards. “I choo-choo choose you.”
So what was my Valentine’s Day like? Pretty tame. I watched some great movies (“How to Steal a Million”, “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes”, “Barefoot in the Park” and “Hairspray”), enjoyed some Del Taco with my family and just had a nice low key day with the three boys I love most. I couldn’t ask for more.
I did get a Valentine’s Day gift- when The Boy saw that the dutch oven I wanted had come back in stock, he bought it for me. What did he get? Well, when the dutch oven comes, I plan on making him something amazing.