This is really easy. I woke up this morning to a gift basket with five Cadbury Creme Eggs in it, along with a bunch of jerky for me to gnaw on. In fact, I’m gnawing on some of it right now. I am that easy to please.
There are a few other reasons, however.
I’ve always loved Valentine’s day. My mom used to give us each $10 or $20 that she was always able to slip under our pillows during the night.
There were always piles of candy everywhere.
She always helped me make the best Valentine’s day box for the school days where we were all required to give each other a card. Once I left someone out on purpose: this girl named Heather in fourth grade told me that my head looked like a hairy balloon. I don’t even know what that means, but I was enraged enough to not slip a meaningless piece of heart-shaped paper into her, if I remember correctly, dog-shaped card box.
My favorite Valentine’s memories are all from High School. My first one with my wife was pretty good, but there is nothing to compete with the exquisite, feverish quality of hormone-drenched high school romances. Everything felt so intense. Having a girlfriend on V Day in high school was a delirious joy.
I don’t care about all the whining about the commercialization or the Hallmarkiness or the “fake holiday” that is February 14.
It can be a day about love if that’s what you want. I like love.
Or a day about candy, which is what I want. I think I like candy even more than love.
Either way, there’s a way to win.
What about you? Are you a friend or foe to the holiday?