valentine

So today is Valentine's Day. I hate to call myself a hypocrite, but up until the actual day, I go on and on about how much I hate the holiday. It's so commercialized. The greeting cards are marked up, flowers are marked up, chocolates are probably marked up... all so that men and women around the world can give in to their guilt-driven obligation to tell their significant other how much they love them because they have to. How romantic. I think it's a silly holiday; I would much rather be surprised by a spur-of-the-moment, heart-felt card and bouquet of flowers on a day when I least expected them. If you say I love you on a day when you have to, does it really have the same meaning? So these are the thoughts and rants that run through my head all the days leading up to Valentine's Day.

The morning of Valentine's Day, I got a text from my fiance at 7am saying 'Will you be my Valentine? I love you. :)' Of course I melted. At work, my office is right next to the reception desk, so I can see everyone that comes in. With every bouquet of roses that came prancing through the door, I have to admit I felt a slight pang of jealousy. But I wasn't expecting anything because I specifically asked for nothing. When the secretary brought a box of ProFlowers into my office and set it on my desk, I couldn't help but break into a smile. No matter how much we say we don't want them, every girl loves flowers. And who wouldn't swoon over a message like this:

"I am the luckiest man in the world because I have you. I can't wait for September 23rd when we get to say those two special words to one another. But for now, three will have to do. I love you."

So all that talk about hating Valentine's Day.... I still think it's silly. But I'm really excited about dressing up and going out to dinner tonight. :)