Anyone who cringes at the thought of February 14th should become a teacher. While usually dh and I shy away from the holiday as it comes after my birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, our anniversary, and his birthday (and right in that order, too - meaning that by the time old Cupid or, as my kids said, "The fat naked baby with the arrows who shoots people", rolls around, we're POOOOOR) , yesterday was different this year.
I was gifted and regifted with candy, cupcakes, Cinnabons, jewelry, stuffed bears with fiber optic flowers, mugs, ceramic flowers, drawings, pledges of eternal love, 1 contract to quit smoking, and 1 pink Juicy Couture terry cloth suit (What the hell do you call those things, anyway? Are they sweatsuits? Neither sweat, nor suit? Discuss) , which is not here yet, but should be since it was ordered AGES AGO.
The most touching Valentine of all, came not from dh, but from a student. Her little offering of candy and handwriting said:
"I will love you forever because you are the best thing to happen in my life."
If that doesn't melt your ticker, I don't think you have one. Go out and love somebody.
I cringe at the thought of Valentine's Day, but I wouldn't make a good teacher, because I also cringe at the thought of children...