Most people get Valentine's Day as their chance to be cheesy/romantic/have PDAs without being judged. I'm a lucky girl because I don't get one day to celebrate love: I get two in a row. Today is the accepted day of love in the Western Hemisphere: tomorrow, however, is our own special day. Last year it marked six months together. This year, it will be 18. I know these are relatively small moments, insignificant amounts of time, when compared to what I call great loves: then years of courtship. Married fifty years. Raised three children. Lived on four continents. Etc, etc, etc. . . however, I believe fortunes are amassed penny by penny. I believe in a "forever" that is built moment by moment. . . therefore I can't help but feel pleasure in marking these little passings of time.
Of course, I don't get to "celebrate" either of these things today/tomorrow because I'm away at school and Boyfriend is home: but soon enough we're having our OWN Valentine's day, and we'll mark these holidays of the heart in our own quiet way. . . which is sort of how I like things. My life is big enough, loud enough, messy enough, complicated enough, razzle dazzle and intrigue filled enough, for a hundred novels and at least a musical or two. I like a quiet, simple, steady love. . . and I get to celebrate mine soon.