Yesterday was Valentine’s Day, one of many non-holidays dedicated to moving cash from people’s pockets, rich or poor, into the coffers of retailers, restaurants and other merchants. Why? Because somebody (probably a merchant) at some point said we should, lest we be deemed losers by the ones we are with the other 364 days of the year. What better way to express your love, affection and admiration than to treat that special person in your life to something nice 1/365th of your time together?
I am not a big fan of V-Day (surprise!) To me every day should be about living in the moment with the one you are with (or want to be with). But V-Day has morphed into yet another unabashed celebration of consumerism (like Christmas) in many American households.
Lucky for me, TB feels the same way. So, imagine my surprise when I found a card and a box of Godiva chocolates on my car seat as I left work last night. I was at the office until just after 8PM since I knew TB was going to be out late volunteering. She must have dropped off the V-Day gift on her way from the office. At first I was miffed because we don’t buy each other stuff for V-Day. But I got over it quickly when I saw it was chocolate due to my affliction.
I read the card which included a touching handwritten note from TB with all those things you know deep down but always good to hear (or read) anyway. Then I was miffed again, feeling like a big loser for not getting her a card or at least leaving a Post-It note. My eyes panned over to the bottom-right of the card where there was another handwritten note with some strange object taped above it. I read the note and, recognizing the object, laughed out loud. (Click the image below to see the note and object for yourself.)
There may be 364 other days this year for TB and I to express our love, affection and admiration for each other. But it was this Valentine’s Day, exactly 4444 days into our relationship, that she put a huge smile on my face by showing just how well she knows me.