I'm getting nothing for Valentine's Day.
I can state this as an absolute fact, because my husband and I have a standing agreement. No gifts, no cards, no hoopla at all.
I'm not a huge fan of the day, which may be surprising coming from a romance author. But to me, it always feels like a big push to be "romantic" on one day, thereby giving everyone a free pass for the rest of the year. Send those flowers, and you're good until next February!
But me, I'd rather get flowers on a random Tuesday, just because it was raining out and he thought the house would look nice with a fresh bouquet. Or hear "Let's go out to dinner tonight, you've had a long week and shouldn't have to cook."
This weekend, I came down with norovirus (aka, stomach flu) and was flat on my back for 36 hours. So what did my husband do?
The grocery shopping.
Made sure Midkid had a ride to practice.
Kept the kids occupied so I could be miserable in peace.
And, midway through the day, came home with a freestanding jewelry armoire just because he knew I'd wanted one for a while but would never spend the money on it myself.
So no, I'm getting nothing for Valentine's Day. But that's just the way I like it.