I promise I have not fallen off the wagon. Okay I have. A bit. Let us carry on though! This week’s prompt that I am chosing: A Favorite Valentine’s Tradition
Our tradition is an odd one I think, maybe not. We don’t celebrate Valentine’s day ON V-day. We celebrate it on another day around the 14th.
Let us do that weird wavy thing that happens on TV when someone goes into dream- or past-mode.
It all started when Husband was still a young buck on the wrestling team in high school. Ever so committed to supporting him [good to know that hasn’t stopped yet. Kiss ass? Perhaps. Supportive? More than you could ever imagine] instead of preparing for an evening filled with
wining sparkling grape juicing and dining, I was sitting in the stands of an opponent’s school gym cheering on the Mister. Even then, we both understood that it wasn’t the day that made it special, but what happened on the day that made it special. A few days later, we went out and pretended like it was our very own Valentine’s day. It kind of was.
As the years collected, and the Mister had other more important obligations ::coughcoughMILITARYcoughAFGHANISTANcoughBEINGACOP:: we pushed the meaning of the 14th aside and celebrated when it was more convienient for us both. The only time we celebrated it on the “correct” date was the year he proposed [And OMG I can’t believe how cliche it totally is to get engaged on Valentine’s. So.cheesy. but it happened, so whatevs] and right after I said yes and he put the ring on my finger, what did we do? Went to help out at the high school’s wrestling tourney. Complete circle? Yes.
So my favorite tradition, is breaking the tradition. In his lines of work, we tend to break traditions a lot and I’m okay with that. In fact, I think I like it most because we remember why we should be celebrating rather than having to celebrate.