I have a love-hate relationship with the 14th of February.
The commercialization of “romance” “love” “passion” etc. does not send my heart a-flutter or make me wish for carnival-sized teddy bears. But instead triggers rants such as this: Putting on your best behavior for 24 hours while tearing each other down every day in between is not love. Love isn’t buying someone a two hundred-dollar piece of jewelry or a heart-shaped box of over-priced “chocolate”. (Honestly, who actually enjoys those samplers. And what are you even “sampling”. They don’t taste like chocolate. Or anything remotely candy-like.) Love is not dropping half your paycheck at a five-star restaurant and ordering the most expensive items on the menu just because it’s Valentine’s Day. Do you even like caviar? Or champagne? Money is not love.
I repeat. Money is not love.
But then there’s the flip side & in my opinion, the heart of the matter. I love February 14th because Valentines are fun to make. And Valentine themed desserts are fun to bake. But mostly because I want people to know they are loved & special. Because I may not be able to see them as often as I would like – 1600 miles is a far reach to give a hug. And e-mails and tweets and Facebook and all that other social networking sites aren’t the same as sending someone a handmade valentine. Like we used to do back in grade school. Before Valentine’s Day was about keeping up with the Jones’. When it was just about expressing your love with a crooked piece of pink paper with an uneven heart. And a box of conversation hearts – which are also gross.