"I don't believe in Valentine's Day", announced my husband as our first Valentine's Day being a married couple approached.
"What? What do you mean you don't believe in Valentine's Day?" I asked in disbelief. "We have always celebrated Valentine's Day." (And by celebrated I mean I cooked dinner, and we exchanged gifts and cards. To this day, I have never gone to a restaurant for Valentine's Day).
"I celebrate. I just don't believe in the over-commercialization of Love".....yada....yada....yada.... he explained.
"How convenient you suddenly don't believe in Valentine's Day when we are married. You sure believed when we were dating!" I retorted.
Admittedly, Valentine's Day doesn't fall at the best time of year for our bank account or babysitters. You see, the middle of December is Rob's birthday, two weeks later is Christmas, two weeks later is my birthday, a month later is Valentine's day, then a month after February 14 is our anniversary (March 12).
Valentine's Day can kind of be a drain smack in the middle of all the celebrating, spending, going out to eat, celebrating, spending, going out to eat, celebrating, spending.....etc., etc. By the time Vday comes around, we are worn out, broke, and just need a break. Then we have to get ready for our anniversary!
I don't remember how we spent our first Valentine's Day as a married couple. But I am sure it involved me cooking and us exchanging cards and gifts.
This year was no exception; except that I have a blog to forever record our non-event Valentine's Day celebrations.
Our day started off quite like any other day.....Rob went to work, and I went to the gym with Andrew. In the middle of the afternoon, I decided it was time to marinate the filet mignon's that we were grilling for dinner. I didn't remember when we recieved the filets, only that they were a gift.....that should have been a red flag. As I pulled them out of the fridge where they had been defrosting, I noticed the color was brown. Not red like meat. Brown like chocolate, but not as appetizing.
After a phone call to Mr. Brad and a whiff of the putrid meat, I knew we were going to have to go with a plan B for the meat. Problem was, Andrew was still napping, and Rob was still at work. It was 4pm. By the time Rob came in from work, and I had dealt with a cranky baby for an hour, we were both too exhausted to imagine grilling or cooking our own meal.
Rob, being the romantic "I don't believe in Valentine's Day" man that he is, took Andrew and picked up a meal to-go for us at a local restaurant. Then they made a stop by Books-A-Million.
I kid you not, this past Saturday was my favorite Valentine's Day EVER! Because, in my book, nothing says romance or love like barbeque and celebrity gossip magazines.
It may not have been dinner at a fancy restaurant or gifts of expensive jewelry. But, for me, it was the perfect Valentine's Day. I ate a dinner, that I didn't have to cook, with the two boys I love the most. What more could this girl want?
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