I’m willing to bet May 15, 1993 means more to me than it does to you. I got up that morning, nervous and excited. I played basketball with friends. I tried to force lunch into my pinched belly.
I put on a tux.
I’m a long way down a long road that started the day I got married. And every May 15 belongs to the two of us. But February 14th is more generic. It can belong to anyone who wants it to. I don’t know if it’s really a holiday created by Hallmark, and I really don’t care. I just know that on Valentine’s Day, She and I say “Happy Valentine’s Day Honey” and I like that I can say that to her.
We’re not really heart-shaped box of chocolates and cards sort of people. I like giving flowers, I hate that they die. So I don’t often do that. And let’s be honest, buying something lacy is really a gift for me. We often go out to eat, being empty nesters, so that’s not very celebratory either. But we do have our own thing…
Our “First First Date” was in 1987. We saw parts of Wall Street (to everyone who has seen that film, I’m pretty sure I remember it differently than you do). Our “Second First Date” was in 1990. We saw Quigley Down Under. I still like that movie.
I don’t know how many dates we’ve been on (a lot), and I don’t know exactly how many movies we’ve seen together (it’s really a lot), but tonight, on our 27th Valentine’s Day, we’re going to a movie.
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