Valentines Day is over-rated
I love you every day.
The silliest holiday of them all!
Have you ever wondered who's bright idea it was to have a day that you are told to make sure you tell the person you already love that you love them? I wonder if it started with a man who forgot to tell his wife/girlfriend how he felt about her. Of course that woman would have been a little miffed, but did she really demand a day where her man had to buy her chocolates, flowers and lavish her with fancy dinners and a gift? I've know some pretty superficial woman in my lifetime, but really, is it all that necessary? The way I see it, men aren't that dumb that they have to be told to say I love you, and most real woman don't need to sparkle with jewelry in order to feel loved.
I think everyday should be valentines day, minus the glitzy stuff and mushy cards. I personally treasure the smaller things that are done on a daily basis, or at least weekly. The random acts are the best, the ones you didn't see coming in the isles of your local drug store. One of the sweetest things I ever received was a tiny pumpkin placed on the dash board of my car sitting on top of a card that said, " If I seem to sleep a lot, it's because I'm dreaming of you." It wasn't my birthday or anniversary, or because someone told my boyfriend he had to, it was just a cold Monday morning in November ten years ago.
Most woman I think will agree that some men do need to be reminded that they are slacking in the romance department, but a national Holiday where mostly men are required to bow at a woman's feet and lavish her with gifts is a little too much. The funny thing is, woman want that one day a year when our men spoil the crap out of us, it makes us feel special. Then we spend the rest of the year complaining that they aren't keeping up with our friends boyfriends/husbands and sending us flowers at work or surprising us with picnics in the park. Men are simple minded and get all screwed up with our mixed messages. So ladies, pick one. Would you rather have that one day when merchants control what you receive on that special day, or would you rather have at least fifty two weeks of surprises that were spectacularly random and took your breath away?
For me, it's the card I find under my pillow after passing each other in the driveway all week, it's the flowers I find in the morning on my table, and the gentle kiss he places on my forehead while I sleep when he returns home from work each night.