The letting go started 6 years ago on the first V-day that Van and I were interested in one another. He had called me every night for two months, but it wasn't official that we were an item. We hadn't even seen each other in 2 months, but I assumed that we were kind of dating. I thought it was an acceptable assumption since he called EVERY night at 9:00 (that is when my unlimited minutes kicked in, oh the old days). The big day, Feb. 14 came and all that arrived was a facebook message that said something like "Happy card company conspiracy day." To say I was disappointed would be an understatement.
This year I woke up to roses (so sweet) and a diet coke (because he knows me). I made his favorite dinner, and we put K to bed early so that we could actually eat it and have a conversation at the same time. It was nice.
According to my expectations of old, it would have been a little disappointing, but I wouldn't have traded it for a big to-do. We have found the comfortable middle ground of Van's altogether avoidance of the day and my over-the-top celebration. Marriage is sweet that way, the mingling of two very different people to make a family.
Happy Valentine's Day from the Thompsons