We always celebrated Valentine’s Day in our home, although it wasn’t at all about romance and it was completely about love and the people we love.
We would do the traditional boxes of valentines for school, and my dad always gave me a real, store-bought, Hallmark card (which was VERY special). My mom would bake the greatest heart cookies. I would set the table with the best china and real silver, a piece of chocolate at everyone’s place. And we would eat a fancy meal together, the finale being Cherries Jubilee for dessert. (Granted, Mom didn’t flambé the whole thing, just a single sugar cube on the top of each, but setting our food on fire was a huge highlight.)
Valentine’s Day was a family holiday. A special day to show those we love just how much we care. A time in the middle of a normal (even dreary) month to be together and celebrate togetherness.
I think I like that part best.