I Heart Valentine's Day
love Valentine's Day ... and
I don't care who knows it.
a minority opinion, I
realize. These days, it's a lot cooler to bash The Holiday of Love than
to praise it: to dismiss it as irrelevant or manipulative or a vast
commercial machine, targeted to the emotionally dishonest and the
reality impaired. And I can understand why some people might feel that
way: *I* feel the same way about about Christmas. But Valentine's Day
is different. Valentine's Day is special. And I don't say this as a
woman, or as a mother, or as an incurable (some might say terminal)
romantic ... or even as one half of the world's most
nauseatingly-happily-married couple. I'm saying it as somebody who
simply loves Valentine's Day.
it is what it is.
Valentine's Day is one of a tiny handful of holidays that doesn't try
to be 43,897,621 different things all at once: a religious celebration,
a children's holiday, a civic observance, a three-day weekend, a family
reunion, a snow day, a chance to wipe the karmic slate clean and start
all over again, a get-out-of-work-free-day. Valentine's Day is
beautifully single-minded in purpose: the Forrest Gump of holidays, if
a day to remind the people
you love how much you love them. Period.
could be simpler -- or
nicer -- than that?
few other reasons why I love
Valentine's Day so much:
could probably think of a
thousand more reasons why I love Valentine's Day ... but you get my
no, I realize that we don't
"need" a day to tell our loved ones how much they mean to us: at least,
those of us who practice daily *I Love You* therapy don't need it.
We're hard-wired to express our emotions every .043 seconds ... usually
out loud. But isn't it nice to have one day a year when everybody
else remembers to say it, too?
everybody! Have a great weekend.