The day when pink, red, and white are strewn about, flowers are bought in high quantities (matching the high prices), and love is declared in many classic and crazy ways.
But, the difference between today and my past 23 Valentine’s days is: this year I have a BOY Valentine (Lauren joined the “boy for Valentine’s” club a while ago—but now it’s my year).
I’ll admit, I have conflicting feelings about this day—the commercialism is somewhat off-putting (sometimes immensely so). But, if left simply to me, I really do love it! A day dedicated to sharing, giving, expressing, surprising, being…ALL in the name of love. Yes, yes, it is a good and wonderful thing to show love and care all year long. But, Valentine’s Day allows it all to be done with a PINK tinge (and I’m all about that pink, bout that pink).
I remember Valentine’s Day when I was six or seven. I awoke to these cute, pink cards with little love notes to me from my parents. They are still safely stored in my jewelry box. When I was nine, we watched a movie about St. Valentine during school. This was a little awkward—I didn’t know how to react after it ended and St. Valentine was killed, so I laughed a little. A classmate said something to me along the lines of, “How can you laugh?” Too young to explain/understand that when uncomfortable, sometimes the wrong reaction happens. Like I said,awkward. Of course, there was the year the boy I had a crush on gave me a Valentine that said, “We’ve got chemistry.” Yes, I read into it. I was a very romantic and thinking sixth grader.
Of course, if you’d been privy to the Skype date I just finished, you’d have seen two little girls excitedly showing me their Valentine necklaces from their parents, Valentines they had made for their mommy, and their Valentine outfits. You’d have seen their big sister showing me her Valentine outfit, too! You’d have heard my cousin sharing the plans she and her husband made while her mom watches the kids. Yes, they’re home is FILLED to overflowing with PINK (i.e. love).
Back to where I started: this year I have a BOY Valentine. He’s the handsomest fellow I know. The kindest, most loving, filled with compassion, funny, silly, intelligent, wise, stubborn, truth seeking, justice wanting person I know. He loves beauty—true beauty. It’s the kind found on a back of a beetle, shimmering in the summer sun. He runs through the pouring rain with me, laughing as we find cover, not caring that the people sheltered and (mostly) dry might be staring. He takes me to fashion exhibits because he knows I’d like it. He meets me with a cup of tea just the way I like it. He reminds me to drink water when I don’t drink enough. He carries my purse through the museum so that my back won’t hurt. He notices when I get bruises and reminds me to be aware so that I won’t keep bumping into things. My dentist will love him: he hands me floss, even when I’m tired. Also, he makes seriously yummy scrambled eggs, and created an original breakfast dish that is delish.
He is the BEST <3
So, regardless of what society says about this day, shorten your branches so that the twine of culture won’t hold you hostage (gardening reference inspired by my philosophy prof), and instead choose to enjoy a day of special moments, surprises, heart shaped pizza, a cuddle on the couch, a homemade valentine with lots of cut-out hearts because your five year old LOVES making them, a cup of peppermint hot chocolate from your daughter (Mama, I’d make you one if I was home), and soak up the day.
*Please note, this was not written in ignorance of the origin of Valentine’s Day