Hey buddy, it's simple. Here's what most women want: The perfect sentiment wrapped in the right degrees of emotion felt in the exact depth along with the perfect gift buried in a few dozen red roses. Chocolates and wine can be bought out at a dressy dinner affair where you shall never once take your eyes away from hers. That's all. Also, you need to outdo every man dating any of her co-workers, girlfriends esp the ones she hates. Really, that's all. Did I mention a handmade card?
The rest of us continue to want to fit in their old clothes because those are damn good outfits; want to eat like pigs and come out ladylike - thin ladylike; want peace and quiet for 24 hours without any questons, suggestions or advice; want great food that we did not cook; want diamonds and some shades of explosive color not just greys.
Valentine's is what I make of it. When I graduated from being an young adult to 'single' (yes, until one day I was young and carefree and suddenly next day on, I am single, bitter, surely-must-be-lonely), I hated Valentine's day. I can make up reasons for why I hated it and it will have the perfect liberal, girl power ring to it but the truth will bubble up and that is - I didn't have a guy to make much ado about me. Every other day, I was fine but come Valentine's day, I unraveled - the giddy rush that women with a significant other had, the oh-I-don't-care-but-he-adores-me smirks of the others, the pitiful looks by everyone, the suspicious glances of conservative Indian parents, the remarks of co-workers, the bubbling love commercials induced insecurities and the ones that say 'Oh, don't worry, you won't die alone.'
Then I got married. And nothing changed.
Valentine's is what you want it to be. It can be all wine & red roses or it can be wine & quiet. It can be the dinner-date night or getting identical heart tattoos on your a$$. Or it can mean doing something together that faces your fears thereby tying you guys together forever like skydiving or bungee jumping. I mean after you sh!t your pants, you pretty much don't want anyone else to know. Some folks give their time to folks who have nothing. Let's take Valentine's back from the shallow, consumerism oriented day that everyone is making it out to be.
This is what Valentine's means to me.
He remembered! And overrode his natural instinct to press better, organic stuff on me and got me a big bottle. Happy Valentine's Day to me.
He asked her, 'What? What did you say baby?'
Lil O: 'Dada, so cute'. She comes running to him. Grabs his face and smothers him with sloppy, adorable kisses as BK's eyes welled.
BK: 'This is the first compliment my daughter ever gave me'.
Happy Valentine's Day to us.
*So this is why he was letting his beard grow.
When two lil babies share a sweet moment and laugh to their heart's content, now that's Happy Valentine's all around!
I do not need a day to celebrate anything - my kids are the ultimate celebration of the love BK and I share.
Even then I will take that day, to do something cheesy, something tender, to do something funny... for laughs.
To make something of it.
To make something else of it.
P.S: BK, I still want a gift.