Even though I have never received a bouquet of roses (if you knew me, this would not be a sad statement at all), and only once received a heart-shaped box of chocolates, I do like Valentines Day and like to make it special.
For the kids, that means they wake up to heart-shaped pancakes topped with fresh, sliced strawberries. They are sent to school with heart-shaped cookies for their class parties and wearing their finest red clothes. Lisa will open her lunch bag and discover that her sandwich has been cut into a heart shape and that all her fruits and vegetables are red, as is her napkin. She’ll also have a Valentine from me. They all made Valentines for their classmates.
For dinner tonight, there will be homemade soup with heart-shaped biscuits and a heart-shaped cake for dessert. Then the kids will each get a little gift: some conversation hearts and a chocolate cupid sucker for each of them and a Webkinz for Lisa, a red toboggan for Bart and a Dora talking book for Maggie. They will be thrilled.
As for me and Homer, we’re not much for exchanging traditional gifts. One year I got him a giant bowl filled with M&M’s. Another year, he gave me a heart monitor for running. Over the past couple of years, we’ve just exchanged lottery tickets. It sounds odd and lame, but it’s totally laid back and us. We’ve been together long enough and been through enough that I know he loves me and he knows I love him. I’m much more touched when he comes home from the grocery store with a bouquet of flowers or a potted plant he thought I would like than I would ever be if he showed up today with a dozen roses. That doesn’t mean he isn’t expecting to get lucky tonight. I assure you, he is.