The first Valentine's Day that really struck a chord with me was in 4th grade. A boy named Eric (not my Eric) gave me a fabric rose as a gift. I gave him an MC Hammer tape that I had recently purchased at a gas station while I was there to buy a Crystal Clear Pepsi. I don't remember his reaction, but I am certain he was impressed with my cutting edge musical tastes.
Then in high school I remember watching as all of the girls in my class were delivered flowers throughout the day. I never was (oh the trauma), but I imagined that someday Valentine's Day would be a big deal. My future husband would shower me with roses and chocolates and love letters full of promise and meaning.
The thing about it is that it isn't that way at all.
This morning as we were going about our Monday morning business I said, "Oh hey, it's Valentine's Day."
"Oh yeah," said my Valentine of over 13 years.
Now don't get me wrong, we do the whole flowers, chocolates and love letters business, but rarely on Valentine's Day.
Also, we have our own little living Valentine...