I’ve never been much of a fan of Valentine’s Day. Once a holiday becomes “official,” to me it smacks of commercialism and starts to turn into a one-up kind of thing. Who got the best flowers. Who gave the best chocolates. Whose husband/significant other got them the best something or other. Who had the most emotionally significant and satisfying kind of day, etc., etc., etc.
And I hate going out to dinner on Valentine’s Day. The service is always rushed, the food is usually over cooked and the menu is never that interesting because restaurants need to come up with things that are easy to prepare in mass quantities.
Bah humbug. What an old scrooge I am.
On Valentine’s Day 4 years ago I had my final surgery in my reconstruction process. Yes. I had surgery on Valentine’s Day.
It was the last surgery in the reconstruction process where they took out the uncomfortable heavy plastic expanders and replaced them with softer implants and I was so happy to just get it over and done with that I took whatever day they would give me at the hospital. I was so glad when it was over; that was celebration enough for me.
And this year we’re snowed in with Winter Storm Pax (who makes up these names?!) and since I’ve spent the last 2 days holed up in the house without showering and with no makeup on; it certainly isn’t going to be a very romantic night for either of us. I’ll probably wind up making meat loaf for dinner and I know I won’t be getting any candy or flowers since hubby’s not going outside either, other than to do some more shoveling later today.
I guess that’s my Valentine’s Day gift, the fact that he and the kids do the shoveling when it gets really heavy like this stuff. That’s kind of how it gets after 20 years of marriage (yes, this is our 20th anniversary year; boy has that gone both amazingly fast, and yet tediously and somewhat annoying slow, all at the same time).
You don’t really need to celebrate those official days, you find the moment in the little things, the small moments in time when you share something together. Like how my husband takes the dog out for the last bathroom break of the night, because he knows I hate going out when it’s so dark. Like how he shovels the snow because he knows it hurts my chest muscles, after the reconstruction, to shovel. Like how he put a snow brush in my car in early December so I would have it before the first snow hit and never even mentioned it.
I really do feel that we should do this stuff every day; show our love for each other every day, not just on holidays.
For your viewing pleasure, my favorite love song: Talking Heads ‘This Must Be The Place.’ So gentle and sweet. And with that odd David Byrne sensibility.
Enjoy the holiday in whatever fashion you and your loved one(s) prefer. Mine will be spent binge-watching the Season 2 release of ‘House of Cards’ on Netflix. Can’t wait.