Ahhhh, love!

It's almost St. Valentine's Day! Don't forget to include the "Saint" part of the holiday name. After all, there WAS a Saint Valentine according to our tradtions, so we must not forget about him.

I'm not ashamed to say that I love St. Valentine's day! One of main reasons is that it's my birthday (how lucky can I BE!). I love the colors of the season, the red cellophane wrap that covers the heartshape chocolate boxes, the kissing bears (from Hallmark), the balloons, the roses, the exchange of children's Valentine Hearts, and the chocolate that sits on the shelves of every store in the country!! It's all so perfect and I'm so thankful I was born on such a great holiday!

Most men, on the other hand, shudder at the thought that St. Valentine's Day is approaching. For my husband, he hates the fact that roses are twice the price than at any other time of year, that restaurants are nearly impossible to reserve, and that the holiday is marketed to "force" men to "show" their love by having to buy something "expensive" for their wives. (Woe to the man who forgets his love on St. Valentine's Day) Despite the fact that Chris hates all these inconveniences, he always makes the day a special one for me. He never goes overboard, never overspends, but always makes me feel loved no matter how old I feel. That's my favorite part of St. Valentines....my own Valentine...Chris.