It’s getting close to Valentine’s Day, that annual celebration of commerce and measure of “how much does he/she really care for me?” Oops, I mean, that annual celebration of love. My favorite source of general knowledge, Wikipedia, says the day honors, “one or more early Christian martyrs named Saint Valentine.”
It is traditionally a day on which lovers express their love for each other by presenting flowers, offering confectionery, and sending greeting cards (known as “valentines“). The day first became associated with romantic love in the circle of Geoffrey Chaucer in the High Middle Ages, when the tradition of courtly love flourished. It was first established by Pope Gelasius I in 496 AD, and was later deleted from the General Roman Calendar of saints in 1969 by Pope Paul VI.
That said, we all know that for many people, Valentine’s Day is a day of judgement, with cards, flowers, and gifts being the measure of how much we are treasured and loved, in both the agape/Biblical (Christian love) sense, and in the more, well, romantic sense.
I may be an educated, independent woman, but like many of my peers, I long for the attention and acknowledgement that Valentine’s Day can bring to those who are fortunate enough to be valued. Whether it’s a heartfelt note, a Hallmark card, a chocolate heart, roses from the grocery store or a florist, or something tasteful and shiny, the importance is not in the value but in the sentiments such gifts represent – sentiments that hopefully are reflected in the ongoing relationship between the giver and the recipient.
Being truly loved and valued for who you are, is the gift that keeps on giving… But yes, Mark, I still will welcome something from Tiffany’s.