No love for Valentine's Day.

We have never been fans of Valentine's Day. Granted, before my Other Half and I got together, we had always been single on the holiday, and thus celebrated "Single-Awareness Day" alone.

This year, we haven't bought each other anything at all for the holiday, and I'm 100% okay with that. We've done cards and chocolate and flowers, but those bring short-lived happiness. I love getting flowers, but they die within a week. I love getting chocolate, but they die, too (err... get eaten...that day...). And I love getting cards, but my love doesn't write anything in them but his name.

I did make him waffles for breakfast and left a cute note on one of the many whiteboards covering my walls (it even included a lovely quote from our favorite Mad TV sketch - "Can I ha' yo' numba?!"). Our uber-romantic plans for tonight consist of: buying a pizza with lots of meat and cheese on it, renting a movie from Red Box, and making mint-chocolate brownies. Coincidentally, this is what we usually do on "special occasions" such as... whenever he has a night off. Hah. However boring it sounds, it is very "us". We're quite the homebodies and we love to veg out and have movie nights.

I did feel a huge sense of sadness as I passed the gigantic Valentine's Day display in WalMart... not because I didn't have someone to celebrate with, but because I didn't get to buy any of those boxes of cards with Spiderman or weird cat faces to fill out and send to everyone.

I can't wait for my kids to pick out their own little cards (or better yet - make them!) and sit at the table for hours trying to write their classmates' names in their best handwriting. Though it'll probably be me siting at the table for hours, trying to write their classmates' names so it looks like my kid did it...