Valentine’s Day—What Does It Mean to You?

So—what does Valentine’s Day mean to you? Each Valentine’s Day I get an endearing card from the Crankee Yankee, and my favorite Whitman’s sampler chocolates (love it that the inside of the box has a ‘candy map’ showing you were all the good stuff is). We seldom go out on that day or plan anything that involves going anywhere–because you know that everyone else is going to be out there as well.

However, as much as Valentine’s Day is a great day for retail, it is also a time to remember all the love in our lives. It doesn’t matter if you are single, divorced, married, widowed; it is a reminder that we are all worthy of love and being loved. Even if there is no one in our lives romantically, how about our love for our pets, children, friends, family and ourselves? Love is love is love, no matter its origin or focus.

On Valentine’s Days past I have been alone, with someone I cared for, happy, unhappy, married, divorced, celebrating, grieving–as have we all. It isn’t just a day to buy diamonds, candy, cards, stuffed animals, etc., it’s a day to reflect on who we love, why we love and how we show our love. Finally, why should we be more loving and kind on that day? What about if we try for being loving and kind every day?

I am a hopeless romantic, and I believe in love with all my heart. While I am grateful to the depths of my soul for being in love with the true love of my life, the Crankee Yankee, I am grateful for my family, friends, pets and neighbors. I am thankful for every kindness, every hug, every kiss, every expression of love.

One of my favorite poets, Ogden Nash, perfectly captures Valentine’s Day in his poem “To My Valentine:”

“More than a catbird hates a cat,
Or a criminal hates a clue,
Or the Axis hates the United States,
That’s how much I love you.

I love you more than a duck can swim,
And more than a grapefruit squirts,
I love you more than a gin rummy is a bore,
And more than a toothache hurts.

As a shipwrecked sailor hates the sea,
Or a juggler hates a shove,
As a hostess detests unexpected guests,
That’s how much you I love.

I love you more than a wasp can sting,
And more than the subway jerks,
I love you as much as a beggar needs a crutch,
And more than a hangnail irks.

I swear to you by the stars above,
And below, if such there be,
As the High Court loathes perjurious oaths,
That’s how you’re loved by me.”

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!

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