We don't celebrate V-day in the traditional sense, because:
1. We already go out to eat quite a bit.
2. Exchanging gifts is awkward and unnecessary. (Receiving gifts isn't either of our love languages.)
3. We already celebrate a love day once a year (our anniversary) and that's plenty.
4. Sharing the day with a hundred strangers in a crowded restaurant doesn't sound romantic.
5. Traffic jams aren't romantic.
6. Dressing up fancy isn't comfortable (hence, not romantic).
7. I would trip and fall down in high heels, and that's not romantic.
8. Jewelry equals love? No.
9. We love each other an equal amount all 365 days per year.
10. I believe in chivalry and I do love flowers once in a while, but it means more when it's unexpected or for no particular reason.
11. It's a catholic holiday, and we're not religious.
12. I don't fully understand the origins of the day or Saint Valentine himself, but it seems its true meaning (and his legacy) has been lost and cheapened by all the consumer-driven hoopla.
This isn't meant to offend anyone who does celebrate the day, just an explanation about why it's not for us.
Tonight, my sweetie is cooking dinner (which he does pretty regularly) and we'll snack on yummies that my mom dropped off last night. Sam will probably get a new bone to gnaw and we might just uncork a bottle of wine.
Photo from Bloom.