Be Mine

Click on The Literary Origins of Valentine’s Day for an interesting conversation about the origins of Valentine’s Day.  Although I was a literature student in my youth, I  confess that the fact that a “Saint Valentine’s Day” has been bandied about for centuries, possibly popularized by none other than good old Geoff Chaucer, slipped right by me.  For as long as I can remember, it’s always been about heart-shaped candy, deep red roses, and expensive chocolate.

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When I was a kid, Valentine’s Day was fun (or not, depending on whether I got any “Be Mine” cards).  As an adult, I always waited for the day to be over.  I prefer to give gifts, to shower love on those I love, when I feel like it, not when the consumerist forces of the market insist that I demonstrate my feelings for another.  Since my husband and I have been married for almost 25 years, I can’t really remember whether any of my beaus previous to him tried to celebrate Valentine’s Day with me.  But I can say with confidence that we never have.

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That is, we don’t make plans to go out and have a special meal.  [Tonight’s meal, as every Friday night meal, will be in the general form of beer and pizza.]  We don’t buy each other chocolates.  [Actually, we have a bit of chocolate every night after supper.  For medicinal purposes.]  We don’t buy each other flowers.  [In San Francisco, there were so many flower stands, we tended to buy a bunch every week any way.  Here in Tallahassee, well, a bouquet from Publix just isn’t the same.]  And I don’t like diamonds (or any expensive jewelry for that matter) and my husband is grateful for that.  [He did, however, give me, in a round-about way, an emerald ring, but that’s another blog post.]

So why am I even writing this post.  Shouldn’t I just keep my mouth shut (or my fingers still) and let the rest of you enjoy however you choose to enjoy Valentine’s Day?  No, because you all, the every one of you reading this post, is why I feel like shouting (or writing in all caps):

Be My Valentine!

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33 Responses to Be Mine

  1. Olivia Stocum says:

    Thanks for the link! 🙂

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  2. Olivia Stocum says:

    Reblogged this on The Claymore and Surcoat and commented:
    Wondering why we celebrate Valentine’s day? (from a literary view).

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  3. Well, you’re definitely nicer and more eloquent than what I said. My wife and I do the same thing. This year, we’re all going to Friendly’s tomorrow and treating the toddler to his favorite foods. The entertainment of him eating ice cream is worth more than anything else I could buy. 🙂

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  4. Love this, Marie! I remember the “Be Mine” Valentine cards we exchanged in elementary school. I wonder if they still do that today?
    Pizza and beer! My kind of Valentine’s dinner! Enjoy and Happy Valentine’s Day!
    By the way, I love the photo with the cats…too cool!

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  5. Green Embers says:

    Happy SHLD! 😀

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  6. sknicholls says:

    Awe, back to back kitty love 🙂

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  7. Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too, Marie! We have pizza every Friday night, too; I think it’s the most romantic dinner if you’re with someone you love!

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  8. We’re having a heart-shaped pizza from Round Table tonight. Romantic, no? 💘

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  9. Expat Eye says:

    Cute! Happy (non) Valentine’s Day to both of you! Beer and pizza sounds like the perfect evening in! 🙂

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  10. I will be yours. (do you have to ask?) Please be mine.

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  11. The boy and I watch shoot-em ups for Valentine’s Day – preferably the Die Hard variety! 🙂 Have a great day, Marie!

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  12. Every day is a lovely day when one loves another. We don’t do much for Valentine’s Day, either.

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  13. Dave says:

    As my wife and I have gotten older, we’ve become less susceptible to holidays like Valentine’s day. As you so eloquently put it, it’s much nicer to give gifts, eat chocolate, give flowers, and celebrate love throughout the year rather than one on specific day chosen for the purpose. This year, we went to a wonderful little tapas restaurant for lunch and had our own quiet celebration of us. Thanks for a sweet post, Marie.

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  14. Aussa Lorens says:

    I don’t think I know anything about Chaucer’s connection to V-Day.. maybe I’ll have to google that, especially because (and this is going to sound uber-weird, even for me) I was totally thinking of Chaucer in the shower this morning. Not like THAT of course, but yes… just pondering various things I remember from reading him years ago. How odd.

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