A part of me is looking forward to Valentine’s Day. Romance? Love? No. Pink! Red! Hearts! CANDY! Love that stuff. My husband doesn’t do “that [blank] stuff”. Doesn’t matter to me, because we are romantic every day. I don’t need him bringing me flowers (that’s our code for “I want a divorce…”), and I get little love notes on any given day, just because. What I get a kick out of, is seeing what other people get! I can’t wait to see who will get engaged, who gets married, who goes all out, etc. I love other people’s flowers, and I can buy heart-shaped cookies and chocolate. Yum! Helping my daughter get her valentines ready for school is fun, too. I love seeing what she’s gotten at school. It brings me back to my elementary school years when I would dump out my bag all over my bedroom floor and go over each and every valentine I received that day at school. I would organize them, and then save the candy for a later time. I would eat only one piece at a time, too, because I wanted to conserve. It’s silly, and some people don’t get the day, perhaps, but no matter to me. I love love. And I look forward to Valentine’s Day.