Valentine’s Day is just around the corner and it got me thinking. When I was single, Valentine’s Day was all about having a date for the evening, planning out what I would wear, painting my nails pink or red, anxiously awaiting his arrival, going out to dinner, the goodnight kiss, etc. The whole day was spent dreaming of a romantically magical evening.
Twenty years and two kids later… Valentine’s Day means something entirely different. Now, it’s about making shoe boxes into the perfect Valentine receptacle, about purchasing Valentines for each child’s friends and classmates, and about buying teacher gifts and making treats for classroom parties. By the time the day is done, I’m too tired to even think about a romantically magical evening… besides, finding a babysitter for Valentine’s Day is virtually impossible. All the babysitters are young and single and busy preparing for their magical evenings.
By the time we get the kids to bed, my husband and I will look at each other and exhale. We’ll both be beat. We’ll open a bottle of red wine, exchange cards and snuggle on the couch to a re-run of Star Trek: The Next Generation. Twenty years ago I would have said this was lame…but now, it feels blissfully wonderful.