It’s St Valentine’s Day, so I should be blogging about love, right?
I was going to write a cute little thing about “Love is…” and list a bunch of reasons why I love my boys. But it was coming out sacchariny and contrived, and I wasn’t happy with it.
So then I was going to write about how lucky I am, and all the love I have in my life, what with Beloved, my boys, my folks, my family, my friends. I’m truly blessed. But you know that already.
So I thought I’d go the other way, and talk about why I hate Valentine’s Day almost as much as I hate New Years, and I think a lot of it goes back to grade school and being unpopular and how much worse it was being unpopular on Valentine’s Day than it was being unpopular on any random Tuesday. But that sounded pathetic and like I was fishing for compliments (which I usually have no problem doing) and so I scrapped that, too.
For someone who considers herself a hopeless romantic, I’m having a surprisingly hard time writing about love today.
It’s what bothers me the most about Valentine’s Day, I think. You feel put on the spot, like you have to produce something unique and special to honour the people you love. But I don’t want to be told to do that, or even moreso, have them feel obligated to do that, just because it’s February 14. We won’t be going out for dinner tonight at an overcrowded restaurant, and Beloved probably won’t be sending me flowers. The boys are too young to be making construction-paper hearts at school. And although I’ve picked up trinkets for each of them, I like to do that for no reason too, so this probably won’t seem out of the ordinary.
I don’t want them to remember to tell me they love me because of some artificial construct of the greeting card industry, and I don’t want this to be the only day we celebrate the love that binds us together.
I don’t need chocolate to tell me I’m loved today. I’m a lucky girl – I know it every single day.
I feel very fortunate to have what I have. We’re not big consumers on V-day either, but that being said, there’s nothing wrong with telling people you love them and treating them a little extra nice on an appointed day.
Some people might need that extra reminder you know! Not everyone is as lucky as we are. :^)
I feel very fortunate to have what I have. We’re not big consumers on V-day either, but that being said, there’s nothing wrong with telling people you love them and treating them a little extra nice on an appointed day.
Some people might need that extra reminder you know! Not everyone is as lucky as we are. :^)
I hear ya, Dani! I feel the same way about today. And to be honest, a nice homecooked meal (cooked by someone else) and time to read my books is actually the best thing Matt can give me tonight. Bring on the ordinary!
I hear ya, Dani! I feel the same way about today. And to be honest, a nice homecooked meal (cooked by someone else) and time to read my books is actually the best thing Matt can give me tonight. Bring on the ordinary!
Having worked in the jewellery industry for years, can I tell you how much I HATE other people on Valentine’s Day? Steve, I love. But for those 5 or 6 or twenty girls every year who get a proposal over dinner at the CN Tower on this date (usually with “the old ring in the champagne glass/dessert/dinnerplate/teddy bear) I feel a bit sorry. The tally at our Birks counter was 12 between the 6 salespeople – just in one store. Sheesh. One year I’ll have to make reservations there, to see if my mental image of proposals going off around me like a “wave” at a football game is correct.
Having worked in the jewellery industry for years, can I tell you how much I HATE other people on Valentine’s Day? Steve, I love. But for those 5 or 6 or twenty girls every year who get a proposal over dinner at the CN Tower on this date (usually with “the old ring in the champagne glass/dessert/dinnerplate/teddy bear) I feel a bit sorry. The tally at our Birks counter was 12 between the 6 salespeople – just in one store. Sheesh. One year I’ll have to make reservations there, to see if my mental image of proposals going off around me like a “wave” at a football game is correct.
I love you…but you knew that 🙂
I love you…but you knew that 🙂
Amen.
Amen.
Marla’s post really scared me! Yikes! How trite can these men be? And they think they’re being so romantic–I feel sorry for them (nd their partners). It’s like they’re playing a part or something. And to think that this scene is being replicated tonight throughout North America..it’s really doing my head in…
Marla’s post really scared me! Yikes! How trite can these men be? And they think they’re being so romantic–I feel sorry for them (nd their partners). It’s like they’re playing a part or something. And to think that this scene is being replicated tonight throughout North America..it’s really doing my head in…
Sending you many warm loving thoughts. Happy Valentine’s.
Sending you many warm loving thoughts. Happy Valentine’s.
Totally agree but When your 15 it still hurts when you don’t even get a card. I hate this whole day. Who the Hell invented it in the first Place? Card companies? Jewerely Stores? Arrrggghhhh! Will be bloggin about something like this later today after I wake up abit.
Thank GOD I’m LOVED and don’t NEED yesterday.
And
I LOVE YA SWEETIE!
Good Blog!
Totally agree but When your 15 it still hurts when you don’t even get a card. I hate this whole day. Who the Hell invented it in the first Place? Card companies? Jewerely Stores? Arrrggghhhh! Will be bloggin about something like this later today after I wake up abit.
Thank GOD I’m LOVED and don’t NEED yesterday.
And
I LOVE YA SWEETIE!
Good Blog!
Well said.
Well said.