My Friday Valentine
The thing about being married to someone with a busy schedule while holding hone of your own, is that some holidays have to get pushed to the weekend zone. Such was the case on yesterday, as Valentine’s Day came with pizza ordered in, and conversations about the Oprah Show and having children.
Our Valentine’s Day dinner will be spent this evening, with reservations made at a pretty swanky place in downtown Baltimore. We agreed not to exchange gifts, as my birthday and our anniversary is close enough to save the spending for something a little more meaningful. She’s my valentine everyday, so it wasn’t hard to reserve gift giving for another special day.
It got me to thinking about why Valentine’s Day means so much to some people. It seems like we went way out for the day when we were dating and engaged to each other, but brushed it off as married folks. I’m not sure if that’s a realization of our genuine our love is, how trivial the day is, or how tired we are on a Thursday night. Either way, a lot of people look at the day as a barometer of their love life; where they are relationship wise on the 14th is a snapshot of how they are faring in the love department.
That’s unfortunate, because like marriage, relationships involve a lifetime of discovery and a plethora of experiences. You can’t take one cold February day and say “this is who I am as a potential mate;” it’s what you did leading up to the 14th and what you are going to do going forward.
As for us, we’re going out a day late and a couple dollars ahead of the game for dinner.