My Valentine this year was Jackson, who's 8 years old. So while his parents were off on their date, Jackson and I painted the town red, as my grandmother used to say... (come to think of it, what the heck does that mean, anyway?!)
You know, it grieves me to see so many people grousing about Valentine's Day. Valentine's Day isn't just about romantic love. When I was growing up, we were always my parents' valentines. A couple days before Valentine's Day, Mom would break out the construction paper and doilies and markers and we would sit around with Mom and Dad designing valentines for each other and our grandparents and other loved ones. It was a precious time and we always looked forward to it. And every Valentine's Day we would come to the breakfast table to find a small box of chocolates at each plate with a card from Mom and Dad. I still get a valentine from them each year.
Valentine's Day is something to be celebrated, not dismissed. People, stop whining about your misfortunes and start thinking about those who already love you and whom you choose to love and put your efforts into THOSE relationships. If we would spend our lives being grateful for what we have, instead of looking for what we have NOT, we would lead happier and more productive lives.