In recent years, my wife has developed quite a flare for Valentine’s Day. Rose petals on the table, more baked goods than realistically imaginable, and glitter found where it normally is not; we have a 9-year old daughter – ‘fairy dust’ is a way of life. I’d also suggest that the reason for this new enthusiasm is the children, not my suave demeanour. Not that I don’t enjoy the most romantic day of the year; I most certainly do.
Like most gentlemen, after 17ish years of marriage, I still find myself in search of answers to questions that I have yet to ask. The reason, I believe, for her new fondness for February 14th, is likely the relatively relaxed atmosphere when compared to the marginal level of chaos that ensues during each of the other major annual holidays. There is also no need to race across the countryside in a mad dash to visit loved ones, in laws, outlaws, and all the ripe ones in between.
We also spend far too much time and effort trying to connect the dots that society seemingly mandates each day: lunches for the kids, traffic gridlock, inbox overload, and on-time performance. If only for a moment, can’t we make it stop? I know you want to – and on Valentines Day you both deserve a moment of unwavering passion.