Look, I know what Valentine’s Day is “supposed to be.” I know what the candy and diamond and flower and fine dining companies want you to believe it is:
“IT’S SCHMOOPY COUPLES DAY! QUICK – GET HER ROSES, GET HER JEWELRY, GET HER CHOCOLATE! OTHERWISE YOU SUCK AND YOU’LL WIND UP ON THE COUCH BECAUSE OOOOO SHE SO MAD!”
Screw them, okay?
I’ve never been much of a romance girl, and The Man and I don’t really do anything special for it. The most awesome thing about Valentine’s Day since I was a kid is that my dad would buy each of us a card: his wife and all three daughters. Because he likes giving cards and because he loves his family.
So, to me, Valentine’s Day isn’t solely about romantic love. It isn’t about couples and Men showing the Emotional Women how they can shell out with gifts.
It’s about all forms of love. Parental love. Sibling love. Friend love. Love for grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins. Passionate, sparking love and slow-burning love. Love for that person who always gives us their seat on the subway. Love for the people all around us who serve and have dedicated their lives to putting everyone else first.
Love is the best goddamn thing humans do. It’s the only thing that keeps this world from spinning into madness. And we should recognize it every minute, but most of the time, we don’t. So I’m okay with setting aside this one day to remind us:
Love, actually, is…everywhere.