Valentine’s Day
I think most of you already know that I’m not really into the holidays. I have a friend that’s loves Valentine’s Day. The other day she called me and asked, “What’re you guys doing for Valentine’s Day?”
“Nothing,” I answered. She wasn’t surprised. I’m never doing anything for Valentine’s Day.
She laughed and said, “We’re such opposites. You know I’m all about Valentine’s Day.”
She really is. She’s the person who buys the red teddy bear that says “I love you” when you squeeze its belly or any kind of red and white, or red or white stuffed animals locked in an embrace. She once bought kissing Valentine teddy bears. When they smooched, their cheeks glowed red. I see things like that in stores all the time and wonder if anyone besides my friend buys them. If you have a stuffed monkey holding an “I love you” heart or a statue of a mouse munching the word “Love” in a block of cheese, admit it. There’s no need to feel ashamed.
We didn’t let Valentine’s Day pass us by without celebrating. We were up at five in the morning taping hearts to our son’s door as a Valentine’s Day surprise. That’s the best way to spend Valentines Day–cheap yet meaningful.
