She must be single--you think to yourself. Surely only a single person could feel so strongly against a holiday that is devoted to love. Wrong. I am happily married. Then something must have happened to her to make her hate this holiday--you deduce. Wrong again. Thanks to my grandfather, I have never had a Valentine's Day where I have not received a Valentine. He believes that every woman should feel loved on this day and every day, and makes a point to send a Valentine out to every women in his life. I really do not hate the holiday in itself. In fact, in my family the holiday has extra special meaning as it is the day that my parents got married 35 years ago. My issue is that people go crazy on this single day because of obligation but then ignore the other 364 days. This is not how I want to be loved, nor is it how I want to teach my children to love or express emotions.
I am thankful that my husband has similar views on this (or at least has accepted my views). Sure he still spends money on Valentine's Day (I think that obligation is much too ingrained in his head to not do it) and every year I give him a hard time about it and he smiles. But this year, this year was different. On Valentine's Day this year, my husband made his predicable purchase and came home. But something happened this year that was completely unexpected and my heart ran over with love and emotion. He walked into the room holding a single flower and kissed me. I was about to begin giving him a hard time when he turned around and handed that flower to our 1 year old baby girl.
As her face lit up and the flower was brought up to her little nose, my heart runneth over. This year...well this year...I'm thankful for that obligation. Sure I still want people to bring that enthusiasm to the other 364 days of the year. But this year, maybe for the first time...my heart was truly filled with the spirit of Valentine's Day and that cynicism was put to the side (at least for a moment).