My memories of Valentine’s Day:
As a child, I loved it. When my dad came home from work he gave all three of his daughters small, heart-shaped boxes full of chocolates. My mom usually made heart-shaped sugar cookies with plenty of red, pink and white frosting and “Red Hots” for decorating! Valentine’s Day parties in elementary school consisted of making my own heart-themed mailbox and giving and receiving silly, small valentine cards.
Everything about my teenage years was awkward so the fact that I was consistently boyfriendless on Valentine’s Day never came as a shock to me. February 14th was just a yearly reminder of how I was content being a girl jock/sporty spice rather than stressing about overcoming my singleness. As long as my basketball stats were high, I didn’t care about roses, jewelry, chocolate or love letters.
The years after high school provide some fond Valentine’s memories. For example, I remember the year I got two dozen roses because the florist made a mistake and sent the same order twice. I too wonder why it was necessary for me to know that the florist made a mistake…? I also remember the year I had a long distance relationship on V-day and the card on the, ahem… CARNATIONS read: “I’m glad we know each other.” Sadly, not even my young “hope springs eternal” heart could miss the writing on that wall.
Alas, there was also that year, seven years ago, when I got engaged on Valentine’s Day. Dave gave me two bouquets of flowers (another florist mistake but at least this suitor knew to keep it a secret for a little while), and he took me to a nice restaurant to get my favorite crab leg dinner. After eating he ever so
slyly directly asked, “So, what is your favorite monument in D.C.?” We then decided to take a nice, cold, misty, wet, stroll through some construction barriers in dress clothes to the Lincoln Memorial where Dave got down on one knee and proposed. I will spare you anymore details but last night when we returned to the scene of the crime and told our three-year-old the whole story (oh yes, he followed every bit of it with focused interest…) we laughed at how unhollywood that night was. We laughed about how grateful we are that we didn’t realize how much we didn’t know each other at the time. We patted ourselves on the back that at almost SEVEN WHOLE YEARS of marriage, we are no longer rookies! We smiled about what we have learned, enjoyed, overcome and become during this time. Here’s to many more celebrations of February 14th, so long as Dave and Zach continue to be my Valentines!
Here is a little photo essay of Valentine’s Day 2012: