I’ve almost never met anyone that straight up hated Valentine’s Day. I know people who celebrate Galentine’s Day, Palentine’s Day, and Anne Howard Shaw Day. I know people who love to hate Valentine’s Day: they love to watch scary movies, complain about commercialism, and make fun of diamond ring advertisements. And I know people who, like myself, love Valentine’s Day. If you want to know why I love February 14th, I wrote a guest post about it for the blog The Rose and Chestnut. It’s a little sappy, but if feeling vulnerable is the mark of internet success, I think it is a successful post.
I almost had my good feelings about Valentine’s Day squashed this morning. I’ve had the flu this week, but had to shovel the driveway to get to work this morning. Thirty minutes in I wasn’t halfway through the shoveling and was begining to feel fluey, when a man in a truck with a plow on it drove up like my knight in shining armor and finished the job for me. It was a Valentine’s Day miracle.
How do you feel about Valentine’s Day? Feel free to prove my theory of people not hating (but instead loving to hate) the holiday wrong.