While I completely understand the point-of-view that February 14th feels like a contrived holiday of overpriced flowers, cheap candy, and heightened expectations, if I can find an excuse to celebrate love and all things heart-shaped and pink, I’ll gladly join the celebration.
There’s been a few moments in my life that have only furthered my appreciation of this admittedly cheesy, but lovely day. Eleven years ago, I was working in the customer service department at a nearby grocery store while going to school, and around Valentine’s Day, I was asked to help out the florist due to the high demand for arrangements. It was the best day of the job. I got to talk to parents, boyfriends and girlfriends, spouses, and friends, as they came in (albeit a bit panicked), to pick out flowers for their Valentines. People light up when they talk about the ones they love.