Rethinking Valentine's Day

As a young girl in high school, I looked on Valentine's Day with disdain -- mostly because for three out of the four holidays, I didn't have a boyfriend. However, that special senior year when I received a cheap carnation along with the other girls who had boys willing to pay a dollar, I embraced Valentine's Day with open arms!

I grew older though, and my fondness for the holiday began to wane again. Spending exorbitant amounts of money on over-priced flowers and chocolate for a day with little spiritual or historical significance just seemed dumb. After all, if I loved a person, I should show him love all the time, not just on Valentine's Day, right?

Right. Except nine years into a marriage and three small children later, I don't always do what I'm supposed to do. Sometimes I'm tired. Sometimes I find myself in bed sleeping in between two pillows as three children wormed their way into our bed in the middle of the night. I sleep to the tune of one child grinding her teeth in my ear and another sticking her toe up my nose and a third pushing his elbow in my back. Of course, I could move to sleep in one of their beds if I didn't find myself pinned in a cocoon of sheets and bedspread by the dog lying on my feet. 

Sometimes this tiredness competes with the desire to show love. Sometimes when my husband comes home from work, I greet him with the kid I am no longer going to deal with instead of a passionate kiss and a moment of space for him to breathe. I don't care about romance; I want a shower by myself in a bed by myself with a book by myself. 

And, sometimes, while I don't like to admit it, I need a reminder.

Honestly, I should have a soft spot in my heart for Valentine's Day. Twelve years ago when we were poor, college students, Matt and I met over a burrito in Athens as friends, not even realizing the significance of the day at the time. Twelve years later, our friendship has grown as we have weathered many storms and celebrated many joys. 

Now, Valentine's Day for me isn't about flowers or chocolate. It's about the moment to pause and remember how blessed I am to have this man who loves me and whom I love. It's a time to remember that the children we have are a product of our love and a gift from God.

My own father made Valentine's Day his holiday. Unlike Christmas and birthdays when we knew our mom did all the present shopping and wrapping, Valentine's Day was all his. Today it still is. Every February 14th, I always receive a card and something special from my dad.

Last year, my husband and I followed his lead. I had a handsome date accompany me for the dinner of his choice at Zaxby's while my husband took two cute little girls to Shane's Rib Shack. And while my husband didn't sweep me away for a romantic dinner for two, on that night, I found him holding those cheap carnations for his family quite sexy.

So I've come around to this over-commercialized, insignificant holiday. And while I need to work on greeting my husband at the door daily with a big kiss instead of a disobedient child, I'll welcome the reminder on February 14th, too.