I'm not anti-Valentine's Day. I don't think. I love love. The world needs more love more than it needs anything else - more love = more compassion, more giving, more good. Right? But Valentine's Day isn't my holiday.
I kinda want to care. I do. I always find myself a smidge disappointed at the end of the night on 2/14 when no flowers were delivered to work, no cards were brought home, no special surprises were planned. But just a smidge. It's always nice to have one day set aside to make you feel special and loved, right?
I get that pretty regularly, though. Not the flowers or the cards or special surprises, but the love. The "I re-routed the plumbing in the bathroom and put in a new sink" sort of love. The "I cleaned the bathroom and threw in a load of laundry" or "here, I brought you a Moon Pie" sort of love. Jimi's really good at the "let's dance in the living room" and "whatever makes you happy, sweetheart" version of romance.
I guess Valentine's Day feels a little too forced, a little too "if you don't do this, you don't really love me". It just doesn't work for us, for me.
Besides, I'd much rather him spend that money taking me out to dinner on a night when there's not a million other couples doing the same thing, or surprise me with flowers on a day that ISN'T Valentine's Day (when they're like half the price), or re-glazing the bathtub. Is that unromantic? Too practical? Whatever. It's how I feel.