Valentine’s Day, as corny as it may sound, is my wedding anniversary. I figured with all the hearts and cupids around at that time of year my husband was bound to remember it. Sorry to disappoint all you romantics out there this was not a sentimental gesture, but a totally practical one on my part. Well, it worked, because without any prompting we celebrate every year with either a weekend away, a candle lit dinner at home, or a night out. One year we even went to a marriage enrichment weekend complete with covenant certificate. And when we returned home we had a little ceremony where our teenagers signed it. It was our way of renewing our vows and binding our family together a little more.
As I think back on our Wedding day I’m glad it was on February 14. I could never top that year’s valentine revelry at the summit of the tallest building in Calgary; and what a gift – a partner that’s still my mate for life.
The honeymoon to follow was wonderful and we got to meet other honeymooners who had the same Valentine Wedding date. We exchanged contact information on that California honeymoon with those new friends from Beatrice Nebraska and kept in touch for a lot of years. But over time our letters and cards dwindled. I think of them and their baseball playing brood that came along later and raise my glass to toast those two and all the other couples who had the brilliant idea to claim Valentine’s Day as their Anniversary.