I have always loved Valentine's Day. Sure, it is a silly little holiday, but it seems a perfect excuse to celebrate something in the middle of the bleak month of February. And who doesn't need a reason to drink some red wine and indulge in some chocolate cake?
Poor St. Valentine didn't have such a great day celebrating. February 14 is the 1,743 anniversary of his death by clubbing and be-heading. This doesn't sound very romantic. Legend says that on the eve of his execution he penned a farewell letter to his jailer's daughter, "From Your Valentine". Hours later he was killed for refusing to denounce his faith. So it is pretty romantic after all, a man so committed that he stands for what he believes in to the death.
Modeled after St. Valentine's final secret note we exchange cards, flowers, and chocolate. By "we" I mean other people, because the Husband and I usually eat Mexican, but whatever. What is more romantic than taking two toddlers out for enchiladas? I am happy to celebrate a day surrounded by the people who I love so much that I would proudly stand for them, to the death.
Happy Valentine's Day!