We don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day. We talk about “getting better at it”, we have tried to figure out how to be more romantic, but nothing seems to stick. Except the love we have for each other.
I don’t hate V-day but I don’t like the reminder that I do not measure up to some arbitrary romance-scale promoted by businesses who want to separate me from my money more than they want to deepen the love I feel and show to my beloved.
30 years ago today, I left college to head home, out the side gate onto Nassau Street (Dublin) and there stood a guy I had been introduced to by my mother. He was waiting for a bus with a huge framed poster in his hand. I teased him that he needed to take the bus rather than walk and cajoled him into joining me for the 20 minute stroll through St Stephen’s Green, down Leeson Street to where we both lived.
I don’t remember the conversation. I cannot claim that I fancied him by the end of the stroll. We walked and talked and I enjoyed the ease of our time together.
Thirty years later, I plan to spend the day with this guy my mother introduced me to, wandering around Pioneer Square (Seattle). Not too much has changed: I still feel at ease in his presence.
I hope you enjoy Valentine’s Day, as you should enjoy every day – surrounded by people you love and who love you.