I have never really liked Valentine's Day. Maybe it stems from the year my dad got me a cute little red teddy bear and hung it (from the neck, mind you) from the light fixture hanging in the middle of my bedroom. Talk about making sure I saw it when I came home from school!
Maybe it is because (before meeting Mr. Barefoot) I never had a sweetie on V-day.
Maybe it is because V-day has always been a day that seems to be a popularity contest. Who gets the biggest flower arrangement, who gets the prettiest jewelry, etc. Heck, even in grade school, kids would make "special" valentines for the kids they REALLY liked, and just give generic ones to the rest of us poor saps.
Now that I have Mr. Barefoot, the day doesn't bother me as much. He is a really good guy who has no problem being "mushy". It is really nice to hear all the nice things that guys are supposed to say to their ladies on heart-day. He does it so well, too. He never seems self-conscious or uncomfortable with all the sweet-talking, etc.
I, on the other hand, have a terrible time with "mush". I look at all those beautiful and elegantly written valentine cards and think "who talks like that? who says that? Oh, for Pete's sake!"
I just feel stupid on V-day. S-T-O-O-P-I-D. Stupid. I never know if I pick out the right thing for him, I never know if I react appropriately to his gift. Life isn't like they show in the movies, where a declaration of undying love earns you sweet music and a fade-to-black. No matter how touched I am by the V-day gesture of the year, I still have laundry to do and kids to care for. I am still sleep deprived and in need of a shower. Not like the movies at all.
I do love Mr. Barefoot, and I very much appreciate his openness about his feelings. It is one of the reasons our relationship has worked. His ability to be affectionate and loving pushes me to be more considerate and loving towards him.
I just wish we didn't have to go through V-day every year. Isn't an anniversary enough?!