The first Valentine's Day I spent with Michael wasn't really spent with him at all. He had proposed to me a week before and then left on a touring production. Our second Valentine's Day was a few months before our wedding, and we decided together to have a low key evening. We jokingly brainstormed over what would be the least romantic place to go for dinner. Together we came up with going out for fish and chips. We laughed that no one would choose to take their sweeties there, with the fishy-fryer smell and the resulting malt vinegar breath... what a spectacularly bad place for a date! So we went! And we laughed and had incredible amounts of fun! Instead of a long wait to be seated, we were the only two people in the place. We laughed, and then we did it again the next year. And the next year, and the year after that. Even when the kids came along and we were broke and couldn't afford a baby sitter, we still went out. No one cares if you have a crying baby if you're the only customers there! Now the kids look forward to our tradition. It helps that it's the only time we ever get fish and chips.
This year, however, we went to my Mom and Dad's house, square in the middle of no where land. At least an hour away from the nearest restaurant. But my Dad went out of his way to make it special anyway, by preparing his mouth watering made from scratch tacos (which I beg him to make each year for my birthday). And then the kids went crazy opening their valentine treats from their classmates, consuming their yearly sugar quota in conversation hearts, chocolate, and lollies in record time. Better them than me, and better there (where there are acres and acres of land to run off the sugar high) than here. It was fun. And we'll be back to our regularly scheduled fish n' chips next year!