I’ve never been much of a Valentine’s Day celebrator. Hearts were not my preferred shape, I find red roses to be quite meh, and succumbing to traditional whims does not fit into my personal M.O.. I have always felt that a thoughtful gift anytime of the year is much more touching than opening a small box on February 14th.
Then I had kids.
The thoughtful gifts throughout the year began being directed toward my children and quiet conversation between my husband and I become more and more scarce. Suddenly I find my pragmatic heart melting at the sight of take home projects from daycare, and die a thousand deaths every time a little boy spontaneously utters “I wub you mama”. So what is wrong with a commercialized holiday that encourages us to tell those we love that we do, indeed, love them? As it turns out, the only thing wrong with that were the feelings I had surrounding it.
This Valentine’s day I encourage you to take a nod from your favorite cynic; spread the love, tell those you love how much you love them one more time… And yes, you have my permission to do it with pizza.