There’s an inate desire to detest Valentine’s day. I mean, it’s a Hallmark holiday anyway, created to sell heart-shaped boxes of chocolates and jewelry. I know there was once a feast day for St. Valentine, how we ended up perverting that into consumerism is beyond me.
Either way, I’ve got 2 valentines today, and it makes me happy just to be remembered. It’s the romantic notion, the gesture alone that makes me a little giddy and reminds me I’m a girl.
Candy and baubles come anytime of the year, but the really good stuff … I’m willing to wait for.
