Valentines Day. Most people take firm sides of either loving or hating this classic holiday. I’m one who falls massively on the love side of the scale. A whole day dedicated to expressing affection! What could be more ‘Becca-like? As a kid I delighted in the endless pile of tiny envelopes you got to open, always hopeful for the ones containing a foil wrapped chocolate or powder coated message-candy. And while I greatly admired my classmates who managed to make 31 handmade valentines, the store bought variety with Winnie the Pooh or Snoopy or Cinderella handing out hearts and balloons were just fine by me too.
This year I think my delight meter burst in the red over St. V’s day…not surprisingly the Bebe had some part to play. But actually the most expansive part of this past Tuesday was that several people–old friends from college, my dear Mummy, gals from my Bible study group and my former boss–all made efforts to say hello and express love in some special way. It was like a grown-up version of what I so enjoyed in elementary school: Valentines Day is for everybody, not just lovers.
Of course the romantic, make-sure-you-have-a-date pressure of Valentine’s Day can be a major drag. When you are single, V-Day can feel like the day of dire desperation or sinking cynicism. One year I got so befuddled I actually tried to find an ex-boyfriend who had since moved to New York to pursue acting, and ended up leaving a needy-sounding message on the machine of some dude with the same name. Yep, that was me.
What I decided to do this year was surprise my husband with a home-cooked dinner and an intriguingly romantic and creative atmosphere. So I made meyer-lemon gnocchi (from scratch no less!) while baby sat in his bouncy seat wondering what I was up to. And Ben surprised me with a hand made garland of origami hearts, each one containing a promised outing, adventure, or gift. Smashing dahling! This is a year to remember!