I used to think that Valentine’s Day was a big deal. I felt that it was the day of all days of romance. I thought it was a day for couples to show their appreciation for each other with cards, or flowers, or candy, or presents.

Then I spent a couple (or a few, but who’s counting?) Valentine’s Days as a single gal and I fell out of love with the day. I started to see it as a commercialized, contrived, capitalist celebration. I always hated the feeling of having to go over the top or stuck on the idea that someone should go over the top for me. It felt like an obligation to create romance.

I realized I would rather be in a relationship where it’s always Valentine’s Day. Where two people appreciate each other often and are sweet to each other every day. Where little gifts are random and surprising.

Two weeks ago, the boy and I were driving in the car and had this conversation:

Me: “Hey honey.”
Him: “Yeah?”
Me: “You don’t have to do anything crazy for Valentine’s Day, ’cause I have to work anyway, and it’s not my favorite holiday, so, you know, you don’t have to get me anything.”
Him: “Ok, baby. That’s cool. I don’t need a specific day to let you know how much I love you. I like to let you know every day.”

Then, since I have to work tonight, we decided to have a little Valentine celebration last night instead. He told me he’d pick me up at 8:15pm.

And he took me to [URL=http://www.memphishollywood.com/]Memphis[/url]…

The (2nd) location of our first date.

They serve comfort food and I had ribs.

And that’s why I love my boyfriend yesterday, today, and every day.

Happy Valentine’s Day!
(still not my favorite holiday…)