Saint Valentine was clubbed, stoned and then beheaded. Doesn't seem like much to start a holiday with.
I'm not a big of Valentine's Day. Largely because there is no sweetie in my life and Valentine's Day just seem like a great big, National Couples Day, when the whole world collectively says, "What?!?! You're SINGLE? You can't even get a DATE?? What is WRONG with you???" Or at least, it seems that way.
Valentine's Day also reminds me of my sweet daddy, who passed away 7 years ago. Even when I was a grown woman with kids of my own, Valentine's Day was Daddy's holiday. On birthdays, Christmas, Easter, any of those, Mom did all the shopping, wrapping and card buying. Dad just signed the card and was done with it. But on Valentine's Day, DAD went out, picked out the card himself, bought chocolates (ALWAYS the ones in the heart-shaped box for my sister and I, and a box of chocolate-covered cherries for my mom), bought flowers, and then at dinner, each of our places had our little Valentine's gifts.
Oh, and he cooked dinner too, but that was nothing unusual. My dad did most of the cooking, and ALL of the grocery shopping.