Original title for this post, I know.
Frankly, I’d rather we still celebrated like pagans with Lupercalia (go on, look it up), but it’s been Christianized and cleaned up into something “respectable”. I don’t really celebrate St. Valentine’s Day anymore. Oh, we’re getting some Chinese take-out and cupcakes for dinner tonight, but that’ll be the extent of it most likely, I can’t say that with 100% accuracy though, as sometimes DH surprises me.
I will spare you all from my philosophical ramblings about love and how trying to define love is like trying to cram a square peg into a round hole. I won’t tell everyone that just because your version of love works for you that it’ll work for everyone else. I won’t even tell you about my version of love and how it works.
Instead, I’ll tell you this. If you celebrate the day, celebrate it for the right reasons. If you’re getting your sweetheart something to commemorate the day – it doesn’t have to be extravagant. And don’t relegate telling those you love why you love them to one day a year. If you don’t celebrate it, don’t bash the day for those that do and rain on their parade, after all… love is the answer.