Our very first Valentine's Day together was in 1995, about 6 weeks after our wedding. We decided to go to 49th Aero Squadron, a restaurant right by the airport where they have headphones and you can listen to the airport tower talking to airplanes, and they had a large window facing the airport. The perfect place for my plane-loving husband.
The restaurant had a "special" menu for V-day. If by special you mean a limited selection with jacked-up prices. Plus we got a booth that was way far away from the window and couldn't really watch planes.
This began our disenchantment with V-day. Today I let Harold off the hook because we have a fun getaway trip planned next month so I wasn't expecting anything. But still, my dearest got me some roses, some dried mango (love it) and a card with an XOXO on it (big kiss, big hug, big kiss, big hug).
Despite the made-up holiday that seems completely ridiculous to me most of the time I am grateful for the opportunity to tell my loved ones just how much they mean to me.
Love you Lima, Sav and Mack. My whole heart belongs to you.