Love is in the Air

Ah, Valentine's Day. A day for love and romance. But for me, I'm kinda not really feeling it. I could really, in a way, care less. Oh, of course as the day goes on, my excitement might build a tiny bit, but for the most part, I don't care.

Actually, let me adjust that...I do care a little. I care about the important things with this "holiday." I care about spending time with What's His Face. I'm happy about getting to go out on an actual date, which is something we just don't do very often. I don't count those times when we just going out to dinner b/c I don't feel like cooking to be considered a "date". So, that part, I'm excited about. But the part I could care less about is the getting a gift. I don't really want anything. He could get me flowers, chocolate, etc, but I don't really want it. (Oh, if he got it, sure I'd appreciate it, but it's not something I'm actively seeking out.) The only thing I wanted for Valentine's Day was a bag of carmel corn from a place in the mall. And he brought me home a big bag of it last night. So, I'm a satisfied woman. (Although I do know he got me something else, b/c when I called him last night to see where he was, he said he couldn't tell me. My suspision is he was getting chocolate covered strawberries. Oh how I do love those!)

But this not caring about Valentine's Day is a totally new thing for me. When I was a kid, I loved this holiday! In elementary school I was always super excited. I wanted to hand out those little Valentine's Day cards so bad. I would buy them so far in advance, address them to who I thought should get what card, and get so excited when the time to exchange them happened. I'd even make up skits for my brother and I to perform.

Then, in high school, things changed again. It was all that mushy love stuff. I really wanted it because I didn't have a boyfriend through most of high school. I was always so lonely on Valentine's Day and all the lovey-dovey stuff was really making me feel even worse. So, I really wanted all the pomp and circumstance. I really wanted all those guestures to make me feel loved. Because no one loved me the way I wanted to be loved.

And when I met WHF, I know our first Valentine's Day was a big to-do. But now, as time has gone on...it really has become less and less important for me. Maybe it's because I'm not lonely anymore. I know I have love in my life from a man who thinks the world of me and who I think the world of. Tonight, like I said, I'm just happy to go to dinner with him and be with him. He didn't have to do anything special to make tonight even better. It will be wonderful because we are together.

Until next time...