That is to say that now that I'm happily married I don't care about Valentine's Day nearly as much as I did back when I was single. And desperate. I'm sure that I am not the only woman who in her late teens or early twenties stuck it out in a doomed relationship just so they didn't have to go through the shame of being alone on Valentine's Day. Am I?
I can only clearly remember three Valentine's Days.
Last year when I gave my husband a Starbucks coffee mug. Mr. Wrath gave me a Starbucks compilation cd of love songs. This is what happens when you spend February 13 hanging out at airports.
I also remember my first Valentine's Day with Mr. Wrath. We instituted a rule to spend less than $15. I bought him a Stuart McLean book and a finger puppet of a bird. I can't remember what he got me. Neither can he. What I do remember is how a coworker reacted to this meager gift exchange. Her plans were decidedly more grand: dinner out at a fancy restaurant with her boyfriend, a night at a five star hotel. He was going to give her jewellery. I had a pretty good idea what she was going to give him.
The third Valentine's Day was the aforementioned staying-together-just-so-I'm-not-alone year when I was 21. I went for dinner with the
As for this year, Mr. Wrath and I placed an order for more David's Tea. I'm most excited to sample their variety of Lapsang Souchong. It's the tea Hercule Poirot drinks!
So what are your plans for this Valentine's Day? Do you go all out? Do you just ignore the day?