Valentine's Day

So Valentine's Day is traditionally the day for women to be smothered by love from their men. It sounds fabulous, doesn't it? Getting gifts, flowers, and chocolate for a commercial holiday created to make money for Hallmark and jewelery companies, that's the way to show true love, right? Now, as cynical as I may sound, I tend to really enjoy Valentine's day because it's always pretty fun and romantic. My fiance and I don't usually go all-out or anything, but we do get a nice dinner and buy each other a simple gift or two. It is also the one day of the year that he will take me to a chick flick on his own free will.

We celebrated Valentine's Day last night, as I have to get up early on Monday morning for work. This was our fifth Valentine's Day together, and our only one as an engaged couple. I don't know if we've just ran out of mushy-gooshy things to say to each other or if the stress of almost being married is just becoming too much for us, but I found it kind of hard to get into the romantic mood this year. I don't know why; this was the first day in over two years that he bought me flowers, we watched a romantic comedy (Couples Retreat, which I fully recommend), I got some small diamond earrings, which will look amazing with my wedding dress come August (so another check down!)--in short, he did everything right. We both wanted this Valentine's Day to be really special because of of it's label as our only "engageged Valentine's Day," but all the trying and planning to make it amazing made it feel like an effort to be romantic rather than just a naturally romantic date night as it usually is.

I've heard of some couples not doing Valentine's Day at all, and declaring some other random day of the year as "Us Day," which is basically the Valentine's Day equivalent without the commerical label and pressure to impress your significant other. Maybe after five years of togetherness, Bobby and I should try something like this to add a little more "spark" to a day that's sort of been ruined for us by the pressure to feel romantic. The night ended in kisses and smiles, but it didn't feel as fulfilling as usual for some reason.

Sorry for a bit of depressingness and lack of humor on this one; it's just what I'm thinking at the moment, which is really what a blog's about I guess.