I’ve always secretly loved Valentine’s Day. From the time I was a little kid, I loved everything about it. I loved the exchange of silly, sweet cards with action heroes, magical princesses and funny-faced animals; and I loved the little boxes of Sweet Tarts and the juicy heart-shaped suckers with messages like “Love Me” etched across them in sugar. Remember?
But as we grew older, it all got more complicated. And Valentine’s Day became serious, commercial, maybe even a little manipulative. But I still loved it; I loved it even when I was no longer married and without a steady relationship. I still went to work with grade school valentines and candy hearts and handed them out to coworkers feeling the same silly surge I felt as a kid.
I know Valentine’s Day can be hard on some people who are not in romantic relationships. And I am fortunate myself now to have a man in my life who regularly brings me a fresh-cut flower from our courtyard with my morning coffee, who understands that romance and expressions of love are necessary to keep the fires of my heart stoked. And he also understands Valentine Day, as commercial as it is, is a good day to bring me dark chocolate, or bird of paradise flowers–not because it is expected–but because it is appreciated.
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