Several years ago, the BNC and I stopped celebrating Valentine's Day. It became so stressful trying to find a place to eat, a movie to watch, cards to find and flowers to give. It felt like a race every year to beat the crowds and try and have a good time just so we could say that we did something on Valentine's Day when people would ask. Ugh. Such a chore and not many people enjoy chores. Slowly, we stopped buying each other cards and started staying in to eat by ordering a pizza. The flowers stopped and that was a welcome thing because I'm not too fond of flowers. I have a brown thumb. I can't even grow mint, the weed of herbs, so taking care of those flowers also became a chore. Then, one year, it stopped. We thought, "Who are we competing with to prove our love for one another? Besides, shouldn't every day be Valentine's Day?" Suddenly, the pressure fell off. We lived our lives and all was grand. And then we had our son. As today's date crept up, I figured that I would purchase a card for my son's first Valentine's Day. But, as soon as I thought that, things started churning in my head about this date and what it really meant. First off, it shouldn't be a competition; it should just be a day to celebrate love of all kinds for your friends and family. Family. My son is my family. And, just like that, I'm back to celebrating today. I want to celebrate love because my son is love. He is lucky in love and will never, ever be poor in love. He may only be 6-months old right now but next Valentine's Day, he will have a pretty good idea of what today means. So, the BNC and I will celebrate this day once again. Mostly it will revolve around the love we have for our son in hopes that one day he will return the gesture to all of those who have fallen in love with him at first sight. Who could not with this face?
So, Happy Valentine's Day, Reader. I hope your day is full of love. To my son, Noah, my little nutbrown hare, you are loved beyond measure.