Some people criticize Valentine’s Day for its materialism and its promotion of the idea that chocolates and flowers one day a year are enough to keep a relationship strong. I get their reasoning, I really do. But you have always felt that Valentine’s Day was one of many opportunities to rekindle romance, and to proclaim your love for me. I’m so glad you feel that way.
I remember the heart ache that Valentine’s Day used to bring. “Single’s Awareness Day” it really was, for I was painfully aware of my singleness. No matter how hard I tried, each Valentine’s that passed only seemed to stir up feelings and aching that could not be fulfilled.
And then you came into my life, soft yet startling. Soft because it took a little while for us to actually get together. Startling because I knew pretty early on that you were the one, and I didn’t know how I could possibly know that about someone that I barely knew…or that may not even reciprocate my feelings. But somehow I did know.
Our first Valentine’s Day together we weren’t even a “Facebook official” couple. You bought me roses and we went on a double date with your parents to a quaint little Italian place. The wait for dinner was a little long, so we made a quick trip to the McDonalds across the street while we waited. You bought me a hot chocolate and we sat next to each other on the cold, hard fast food booth. And I remember feeling so thrilled inside. For once, I wasn’t alone on Valentine’s Day…for once, I had a guy to take me out and pay for my drink. The fact that I was so crazy about you made it all the sweeter.
I realized today that this approaching Valentine’s Day will be our 7th together. Each one spent together a changing reflection of where we were in life. There was the one where we were engaged and went back to that same Italian restaurant together before heading to premarital counseling. Then there was our first as a newlywed couple, where I scrimped and saved to buy a steak to cook, only to have to keep it warm for hours as you unexpectedly had to work late. There was the time we got to take a special weekend getaway, and there was the time that we merely went out to dinner. Work, pregnancy, children, buying businesses…our Valentine’s Days saw it all.
Yet, in each one of them, you made me feel special and loved. It didn’t matter the trials and struggles we had been through in the previous year. It didn’t matter how we or our family had changed. There was always something special, always chocolate, and there was always you.
I’d still love you even if you forgot about Valentine’s Day every year…but I’m so glad you don’t.