It’s February 15.
I made it. Maybe you did too.
I was not prepared for how hard Valentine’s Day would hit. But scrolling through my news feed yesterday was painful.
My emotions were set to an all-day spin cycle with a mix of reminiscing and remembering, missing and wishing.
I signed onto Facebook early in the morning to send a few messages and instead got distracted by all the Valentine updates. Status after glowing status of friends and family happily coupled, framed by Valentine hearts and “I Love Us.”
Pictures of flowers sent, notes written, dinners out, jewelry given. Words about why she’d pick him all over again and why she’s still the one.
True, I probably should have shut off all social media for the day but even Publix made it hard to ignore that everyone seems to have someone on Valentine’s Day.
I made a quick run into the store for two things. Now, Tuesday afternoons at Publix are usually slow days of moms with buggies of kids, running in for afterschool treats or before-dinner needs.
Not yesterday. The store was buzzing with a steady stream of men shopping the flowers and chocolates.
The card aisle – usually the one quiet lane good for a quick cut-through to the back of the store — was aflame in pink and red and lined with men hunting up that perfect card.
Oh February 14, you mess with me.
Thing is, I don’t want to do away with Valentine’s Day.
I would actually be the first to cheer for marriage and for friends and family who’ve done the hard work of staying married. Marriage should be celebrated.
I know what hard work marriage takes.
It’s dying daily to self.
It’s fanning embers of a once-fiery love in between night feedings and broken dishwashers.
It’s saying I’m sorry a thousand times and accepting I’m sorry another thousand.
It’s being committed to commitment when emotions would undo everything.
It’s allowing love to bend and widen, to soften yet harden, to flex and yet bind.
Only in the ache of loss did I realize how each ordinary, fearful, hard, hilarious, beautiful moment can stitch two into one.
I am not jealous OF marriage. I’m jealous FOR marriage.
And so while that spin cycle has me remembering what I no longer have, I find myself smiling over pictures of those who do have it. Missing mine but happy for theirs.
So go ahead and post your wedding day throwbacks and anniversary tributes. Please gush over each other.
You have so much to celebrate. Because you made it too.
February 14? You mess with me. But I wouldn’t change you.
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