Now that Valentine’s day is finally done with, we can get back to loving everyone as we should. Not like the corporations and media have told us we should.

Hubby and I have had 21 V-day’s together. I can remember the first one because hubby was away at college and it was my senior year. I probably still have the little plaque he got me somewhere, but I can’t remember what the other little things were. I remember all of us laughing because the guys had to run out last minute and get stuff since they’d forgot. The girlfriend from the other couple would have pitched a fit if our friend hadn’t done well with the gifts. I didn’t even care. I was just so happy my boyfriend was home that the stuff really meant little.

See what possibly started a long line of not caring about Valentine’s day? Well I guess it goes farther back than that. I didn’t grow up with a ton of money and we did a lot more things for each other rather than buying things. The best presents still in my opinion are time spent with your loved one’s and/or homemade gifts. Not that I don’t appreciate big gifts and I’m definitely not all above that. lol I just still think gifts feel more special when they have meaning behind them.

Valentine’s day to me is a forced day. Telling people that they MUST go spend $120+ on flowers, buy chocolates, blingy jewelry or make reservations at the “best” restaurant where it will be packed, loud and over-priced for the night because they have a special menu. That if they don’t do these things they don’t really love their spouse, girlfriend or boyfriend. It’s just ridiculous and sets everyone up for failure. I know that sounds bitter, but I’m not at all. I’ve only had Valentine’s day as an adult with my husband and I can’t remember a single one that I was horribly disappointed. So it’s not a matter of tracking to a year that ruined them all forever.

I think I’ve passed on the message to at least our daughter. The high school does stoplight day on Valentine’s day. They wear red if your taken, green if your single and yellow if it’s complicated. My daughter and some friends wore black to celebrate. lol That’s my girl. I told her she should say they were protesting commercialism. Even though I know they just wanted to make the statement that the day is stupid in their book.

I am a firm believer that every day you should celebrate your love. Every day you should tell your loved one’s that they are important. It’s all part of the no regrets way I’ve been working hard at living by. You aren’t guaranteed tomorrow and you don’t want to regret not saying or doing something important. Thankfully, I didn’t learn that the hard way. I learned it by making the time when I was too busy and then having those loved one’s pass away not long after. I can look back and be thankful that they knew I loved them.

But on to the funny part of this post. In honor of my pushing my beliefs on my kids (as is my right lol) I doctored up these boxes of chocolates to put in their lunches.  I wonder if they’ll say anything when they get home. I double wonder if my son will even notice what I wrote before he rips it open and snarfs down the chocolate.

Hubby took OT on V-day and in honor of him working an extra shift I have a yummy salmon dinner planned for him tonight. We’ll spend the evening doing what we probably would have on Valentine’s Day. Sitting in our recliners, possibly both on our computers and catching up on the dvr. Ain’t we romantic?

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Val has been an internet addict for over a decade. The smartphone is only feeding this problem. Her hubby has been a firefighter for 13 of their 18 married years of happiness.

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