Between you and me, I think Valentine's Day is a smarmy holiday. It invites a manipulation between the sexes that is unhealthy. I especially feel sorry for men. How can they possibly get it right?
And how grateful do women need to be for a bouquet of overpriced flowers and chocolates?
If I want flowers, I buy them. The same goes with chocolate.
Sentimentality makes me cross.
What I really want to say is that 50 years ago today, on a Saturday night, Tom and I got engaged, and I've always been grateful that it WASN'T Valentine's Day. It was the day after.
Tom has been a tad sad that we didn't celebrate properly. Stuff got in the way. He is a romantic if ever there was one. I think we began our marriage with me as the romantic and he as the--what is the opposite of romantic? Rational? Unconscious? Serious?
I don't know. Today I needed to fret about my Relief Society lesson, which is tomorrow. After that, I will make it up to him. I'll sing to him and nuzzle behind his ear.