Hearts and Flowers
Feb. 4, 2011
How I celebrate Valentine’s Day had evolved over the years. In junior high we had an annual flower fundraiser. Students could spend a dollar to have a carnation (white for friendship, red for love) delivered to other students during third period. I always held out hope for a red carnation delivery to my desk. I finally received one in eighth grade from a “secret admirer”. I’m pretty sure it was from my mom.
In my 20s I worked in restaurants and Valentine’s Day was packed with dinner reservations. Guys showing off their generosity by taking their girlfriends to surf and turf were always good for large tips. Those years also saw the breakup of two different relationships on Valentine’s Day. There’s nothing like finding a sweet Valentine’s love letter that your boyfriend has written, addressed to someone that isn’t you. I decided V-Day just wasn’t my thing.
In my 30s I worked in offices where the ladies (and sometimes the men) received floral arrangements delivered by their significant others. There was a hint of competition to the practice but the cubicles smelled great.
Last year my son turned 3. For Valentine’s Day we made heart-shaped sugar cookies and put together Valentines made from construction paper and doilies. There was a Valentine exchange at his pre-school and he came home with a decorated shoe box filled with cards from the other kids. For the rest of February, Valentine delivery became his new favorite game as he counted and scattered the cards and emptied and re-filled his Valentine box. He decided that Valentine’s Day was “the best holiday ever” because “your friends get to like you so much.” I like his philosophy. This might be a holiday I can get behind after all.
—Lisa is a former comedy writer for television. She now writes about her funny family at her blog Smacksy.com.