I like Valentine’s Day. I always have. It’s mainly because I really like a day dedicated to romance and I love being the recipient of flowers. Not roses! I love gerbera daisies and tulips.
In high school, all the clubs would sell $1 carnations with notes attached and they’d deliver them in 1st period. I loved hearing my named called. Most were from my girlfriends. We liked to send flowers to each other. But sometimes it was from a boy I was dating and sometimes it was from an anonymous boy, which was all the more fun as it provided my girlfriends and me endless chatter during lunch.
In college, I loved seeing bouquets of flowers at the guard shack awaiting delivery. Because I’ve always been a pretty outspoken, blunt person I made it clear to boys I was dating that I liked flowers on Valentine’s Day. So I often had flowers awaiting me.
The best thing nowadays is to have flowers delivered to the office. My husband thinks it’s silly (though he sends me gorgeous arrangements every year) and some women think it’s frivolous. But I love the smell of fresh cut flowers sitting on my drab desk. It takes the stale air of a newsroom and transforms it into fragrant, decedent office.
But this year, Valentine’s Day was a Sunday and hubby had a BIG plan! A bit of pretext first. One, we have a core group of 5 couple friends. We all love Panther game tailgates, charitable endeavors, eating, and drinking. Two, my hubby loves to cook. Three, we do not like going out to eat on Valentine’s Day. So for the third year in a row we had a dinner for ten at our house. And right after we finished our delicious meal of grilled flank steak with a red wine reduction, cauliflower steaks drizzled with caper vinaigrette, and Israeli couscous – a barbershop quartet walked into our home, with roses in hand, and started to sing. It sent five grown women into a tizzy of squeals.
It’s fair to say, I love fresh cut flowers, but live music trumps fresh flowers. Happy Valentine’s Day!