So someone close to me used to tell me that Valentine's Day was a made up holiday to make money for retailers. I would argue the day's merits for romance and recognizing those you love. But the older I get the more I see the other person's point.
So many expectations and so many unfulfilled dreams all wrapped up and tied with myriad bows, hearts and red flowers. The day creates sadness and angst in the hearts of so many. I have teenaged nieces who hate Valentine's Day. If they hate it now, how will they feel in another 30 years when no illusions of romance are left?
What if you don't have a sweetheart? What if you just lost or broke up with a sweetheart? What if the one you love loves someone else? Or what if you love more than one person? Or can't spend the day with the person you'd most like to spend the day with?
We've had a nice quiet day. I'm making lasagna and strawberry shortcake for Steve. I stopped buying him cards a long time ago. He hates them. So why push the issue?
He brought me red roses, a lovely card and then scored a real victory with a soft, cuddly, dark teal (my favorite color) fleece jacket that also happened to be on clearance, which made me happy in more ways than one!
Others close to my heart also remembered me on this special day and for that I am grateful. But I'm still thinking that Cupid seems a lot less about magic and wonder and a lot more about materialism.
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