I mean, if you talk about what your lovely significant other did, it can kind of seem like bragging. And guaranteed there is someone in your personal circle of friends who can top it ("and then I looked out the window and there was a new BMW!" or "and then I realized that the card had plane tickets to PARIS in it." (two million bucks to each reader who can correctly guess if these were my Valentine's Day gifts or just made-up examples (also, tragically the two million bucks is most definitely made-up)).
But if you write something about what a commercial and pointless holiday it is, it's easy to read that as "my husband actually doesn't love me and I'm just pretending to hate the holiday because otherwise I feel like weeping."
Or maybe I just really overthink everything. Yes, that is a distinct possibility. It's just hard not to think about when most of the blogs I read and nearly every Facebook update is either a "check out this awesome, show-stopping gift/meal/event" or a "what a ridiculous holiday."
My favorite story of the year, though, goes to Kayla and her husband:
On the 12th he said, "Hey, isn't Valentine's day in two days or something?" I replied that it was. He put his hand on my knee and said, "Happy Valentine's day." And that was the extent of it.
I'll probably be laughing about that all week long. I love those two.
We did do a fun little Valentine's Day project with Ella, that I'll share later this week. You know, if I'm done