Is there any holiday more divisive than Valentine’s Day? Young women with boyfriends love it. Young women without boyfriends dread it. Young men—single or coupled—pretty much don’t care.
I’ve had a love/hate relationship with the holiday. For years I despised it, mostly because I was single and it was an annual reminder of that condition. Once I got married, however, I realized the grass wasn’t greener. It’s a great reminder to celebrate with my spouse, but the prices are ridiculous! We’re a cheap couple; we buy heart-shaped chocolates on February 15 and buy twice as much.
In December I asked you guys to share your stories with me, and you responded—thank you! Check out these fun (and awkward!) Valentine’s Day memories from fellow readers:
My most favourite memory was when my daughter first started to walk by herself at 15-months-old at Old Navy when we were shopping. She walked for 20 minutes without holding onto our hands or anything. It was a very special gift for us! Vanessa is now 14-years-old and still doing special things when we least expect it. She’s our real angel who came into our lives.
I was a member of a multi-denominational
college- and career-age Bible Study, the kind of place where the people who are
looking for a spouse tend to find one. We were meeting in the leader’s home on
Valentine’s night. Each woman present was presented with a carnation. Suddenly,
during some general conversation, one of the guys said, “Heidi, I wouldn’t ask
you to marry me, because you’d say yes.”
What I’d ever said or done to give him that impression, I didn’t know, and wasn’t about to ask. Neither did I ask him to rephrase his comment.
Do you have a fun (or weird) Valentine’s Day memory to share? Tag me in a tweet (@karinbeery) or send it on over and I’ll share it for you!
Have a great Valentine’s Day!