Valentine’s Day, for me, is not that big a deal. In fact, this one kind of slipped me by. Yesterday I was driving around and noticed the impromptu flower stands that pop up around any Hallmark holiday — vendors hawking their bouquets to cars idling in traffic, caught at stop signs. I wondered, "Huh?" Then I realized that it was the Big Day of Love in consumerland.
But really? Love is good stuff. Love is good stuff every single day, and I don’t need a special day to remember that. I’m lucky enough to remember that all the time, as often as possible. Today I won’t see Lala at all, actually. I left for work at 5am (she won’t be home until after I’m asleep tonight), and as I kissed her goodbye, I said, "I love you," as I do every morning. Usually she doesn’t wake up at all, just kind makes a sound that could be translated as "sheep" in some languages, but today, she kicked her feet and yelled "I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUU!" And I’m sure she doesn’t remember that a bit.
Heh. She’s totally gonna be embarrassed by that little story. That makes it more fun! Now, THAT’S Valentine’s day. She can share embarrassing stories on her own blog (only she doesn’t, luckily, not often), and all I can say now is:
Love is good stuff. No matter where you get it.
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