That's when Valentine's Day was simple. We all got older and it became flowers, and fancy cards, and dinner reservations, and premium candy, all of which had been marked up outrageously for the holiday.
After a couple of years of marriage, I told my husband "Enough." Cards are nice, but let's skip the overpriced roses and the crowded restaurants. Maybe we would go out to dinner the weekend after the holiday, or I would pick up some lovely tulips from a street vendor.
Then, a couple of years ago, my husband suggested that we just have a really nice meal at home. He would cook. I would get the wine. A simple plan, but I was skeptical. We have two kids. What would we do with them? Or would we have this really nice dinner with them, too? That didn't sound like much fun.
As it happened, it was quite possibly the best Valentine's Day we had ever had. The kids ate early and then went up to their rooms. My husband and I enjoyed a lovely candlelit dinner and finished off that bottle of wine before falling asleep watching TV. Our son came down to tell us that he was going to bed, and discovered his usually sober parents sprawled on the couch, totally inebriated. It was great.
Last year, I made a valentine for my husband. (Of course you did, you may mutter. You're an artist.) It wasn't because I was overwhelmed with creativity; it was because I forgot to buy a card. I had bought the wine, and the candy for the kids, but I totally forgot about the card. So I made this:
He loved it! I'll probably do it again this year. Perhaps you'll consider making a valentine, too, and see what happens. But don't forget the wine.
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