It’s February 14, in case you haven’t checked your calendar lately. Today, with love and passion in the air, the daters among us will give each other gifts, send each other cards, and go out for a romantic dinner, and the jewelers, florists, candy shops, restaurants, and Hallmark stores will turn a few handsprings at the surge in sales.
But what of those of us who have long since moved past the dating phase and have been happily married for years? With our metabolisms slowing, we’ve made each other promise not to bring home that enormous, heart-shaped box of sinfully rich chocolates. Because we’re in the perennial savings mode another piece of jewelry doesn’t seem like a smart move. And a card stamped with some generic, manufactured sentiment doesn’t really seem to fill the bill, either . . . because a stilted, sappy poem can’t fully capture the depth of feeling generated by years of happiness, love, and devotion. That leaves flowers and a nice dinner at a fine restaurant as the preferred option, for a delicate floral bouquet and a good meal and chance to spend some time together and talk about our world together is always welcome.
Valentine’s Day has its cheesy, commercialized elements, of course, but it’s also a helpful reminder of the huge difference a single person can make in your life. And even in an ever-changing world, both those who are searching for that person, and those of us who are lucky enough to have found them, can remember that once again.
Happy Valentine’s Day!