So, it's Valentine's Day. I mildly enjoy this holiday, though I confess it's been more fun this year since Miriam is a little more interested in all the hearts and balloons and flowers we've been seeing in stores and around town. Valentine's Day falls in the same category as St. Patrick's Day and the Fourth of July for me: I only start looking forward to them a day or two in advance, and I'm happy when they're here, but there's no sense of loss when they're over.
Part of my "mildly enjoying" Valentine's Day is that Jeremy has never bought me flowers in its honor. Before you become outraged on my behalf, please realize that this is by my request (and he agrees). Why should he spend two to four times as much money today on perishable flowers than he would during any other season, especially when we can spend that money on something more permanent and enjoyable?
Instead, today he gave me two York peppermint patties that he bought at the campus bookstore. Then he asked if he could have a few bites of one of them.
That moment honestly brought tears to my eyes - the good kind, not the bad kind.
Happy Valentine's Day!