Now before you confiscate my half-empty bag of conversation hearts and dub me the Pink-Valentine-Grinch-of-the-Year, let me explain.
I love the fattening truffles, over-priced rose bouquets and sappy cards just as much as the next girl, but honestly it's a sad day when Hollywood, Hallmark and Chocolate Shops everywhere have the ability to make us feel like the most loved or the most forgotten girl in the world. Not to mention the fact that social media feeds explode with red roses, heart-shaped pancakes and tiny packages with shiny things as if to remind us that anything less next to godlessness.
All this is right as rain if you marry a guy whose second middle name is 'Thoughtful-Planner'. But what about the girls who fall in love with hunky, sweet men who think planning for special events should be reserved for just a few hours in advance?! Does our culture truly get to define these men as thoughtless and uncaring? Does lack of flowers or elaborately planned dinners merit a chip on the shoulder because 'I'm sure this means he doesn't love me'?!
I long for a day when Valentine's Day is redefined.
Redefined as a pizza picnic after dark with candles and a blanket for keeping warm.
Redefined as an overpriced tub of popcorn and the newest chick-flick in theaters, no matter how cliche it is.
Redefined as twinkle lights to make homecoming a little more special.
Redefined that love really is just being with your best friend and saying heck no to $50 roses.
So here's to my special day with my special guy. . . and the fact that I will be banning Instagram next year on the 14th.
Amen and amen.
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