So, it's Valentine's Day. The romantic in me is all, yayyyyy! A day to celebrate love! How awesome.
But then as I was walking through M&S this morning trying to find my favourite Brocolli & Stilton Soup to warm my cockles (they'd ran out, arggghhh!), I saw a few harried-looking men clutching at-the-point-of-wilting roses and, to be honest, I got a whole "what's the point?" feeling.
I felt sorry for these men who looked like shopping for roses was the last thing they wanted to be doing.
Don't get me wrong. I like the idea of Valentine's Day. I also like the idea of Pancake Day, Mother's Day, Father's Day and of course, Christmas. What I don't like is the ever-escalating whiff of desperation and commercialism that seems associated with V's Day. The half-dozen long stemmed red roses and card I received this morning from my DH made me happy. But last year I received...nothing, and I was still happy. Why? Because he shows his love every day and I don't want or need a special gesture to know he loves me.
So to all who stress about Valentine's Day (especially the guys) I say, please give yourselves a break. If you can have pancakes every day (I wish I could!), or call your mum or dad to tell them you love them, then you can celebrate Valentine's Day every day, too.
What about you? What are your thoughts on this so-called special day of love?
PS - I didn't get my DH a card this year, and he's ok with it. I think...