Today is Valentine’s Day. Yes, it’s a Hallmark Holiday, and maybe it’s some fabricated capitalist conspiracy to promote unnecessary spending, but I don’t want to pick a fight with love. Love always wins.
Today is Valentine’s Day. I type this blog, and my wife studies next to me. She knows how osmosis works, but it seems like she believes that if she concentrates hard enough, she can bypass physics, and she force the data from her computer across the blood-brain barrier, into her neurons. And maybe, just maybe, if she concentrates hard enough, it’ll stick.
Today is Valentine’s Day. I’ve logged off of work for the day, and I recommend we do something romantic like bake vegan, gluten-free, heart-shaped cookies or open a bottle of wine. She seems receptive at first, and responds with “What if instead, I take a shower, microwave some Costco noodles, and practice a cardio-respiratory exam on you?”
Today is Valentine’s Day. It’s our first as a married couple. I took the dog for a nice, long hike. The view from the top was pleasant.
Today is Valentine’s Day. You know what, maybe I will fight with love. It’s Monday, okay? Love can wait until the weekend. What has it done to deserve an entire day for itself, and why does it want anything to do with a Monday evening? I barely want anything more from a Monday evening than for it to just be Tuesday.
Today is Valentine’s Day, but I don’t need someone to tell me when to love. So tonight, we’ll have microwaved noodles, make sure my heart and lungs are working, and wait for it to be Tuesday.
Now, that’s love.