I have such a vivid memory of Valentine’s Day my freshman year of college. I was napping in my room and not too happy to hear a violent knock on my door. My friend was forcing me to get out of bed and have a celebratory drink (yes I was 19, sorry Mom!) in her room. One thing led to another and it was a full-fledged dorm-wide party. All of my friends were single (or could care less) and we were having a total blast. Valentine’s Day spurred a desire in us to celebrate, an excuse to gather together in what is always (if you live on the East Coast) the worst weather of the year and listen to loud music, dance and be ridiculous.
Ever since then I have considered Valentine’s Day a day to celebrate all of the different people I love in my life. Normally I get my shit together to send cards to my family and friends, but this year that did not happen. I did have the chance to spend some time with some treasured friends this Valentine’s weekend, for which I am so grateful.
Just like a shotgun wedding won’t heal your relationship problems, Valentine’s Day won’t make you suddenly appreciate your partner more that you did on February 13th. If you need a day like that to remind you to show the person you love how much you care, then it’s probably time to take a step back and see what’s going on.
What matters is that you say I love you when, and only when, you mean it. And say it a lot, if you feel it a lot. You really can’t say it too much. My whole life, every time I left the house, there was a hug, a kiss on the cheek and an “I love you” exchanged between whoever was leaving. Phone conversations with my parents never end without saying I love you, and I can’t leave the house without telling Heather the same.
So, to all of my friends and family I LOVE YOU! I am so incredibly grateful for all of the special friendships I have and the family I get to call mine!
How can you hate a day all about love? Happy belated love day!