I’ve never really been a Valentine’s Day kind of gal. I just haven’t. I’ve never understood the marketing-induced flurry in guys to buy chocolates and teddy bears or flowers, to then be presented, crazy-faced, to the girl who will hopefully deem your offering worthy. I flat out don’t get it.
I do appreciate heartfelt cards or poems but to be honest, I appreciate them just as much on any other day of the year. Ditto flowers. Valentine’s Day? Never really made my radar. The Boy and I tend to celebrate by going out on the 15th and feeding my unhealthy cinnamon heart habit on the cheap.
(What? I love cinnamaldehyde and I don’t care who knows it.)
This year, however, things were different.
This year, I found myself riffling through the Nintendo-themed Valentine’s cards I’d bought to give to my froshlings back when I was an RA (what? that’s different) to make up a quick one for The Boy. This year, I am mysteriously clad in a velvet dress to cook dinner in (yes, with an apron; I’m not totally insane), a dinner which consists entirely of foods The Boy really likes. (Well, and also red peppers. Because I love them, and also because, hey, red.) This year, I baked up a (tall! finally!) layer cake, carved it into a heart shape and not only frosted it, but frosted it using the first-ever crumb coat that actually worked for me. I have to say, as frosted cakes go, I’m pretty sure this one is my best ever attempt.
Apparently, becoming a married results in an increase of sappiness.
(Or… maybe just an increased desire to eat cake?)
Either way, happy Valentine’s Day everyone!