Valentines Day is something I never understood, it is not from my Russian or Jewish background. We moved to the United States when I was 7, but in my home we did not know about it either, so not until I went to public school at 13, in Junior High School, did I see that girls wore makeup, shaved their legs, and had boyfriends. The concept of boyfriend was foreign to me, sure I was in love with Prince, but that was different. As I got older, I did not like how on Valentine’s Day people would go crazy trying to make just that day special, and last minute run into a store to get chocolate or flowers.
Now my kids are in public school, and little kids get valentine’s for each other, which doesn’t really make sense to my brain, and eat a lot of candy, which I am not a fan of either.
So I meet my husband in January 2007, he is from Israel, also no clue or connection to Valentines Day, but since we just met, when I came to his place after work on February 14, he presented me with the works.
- A rose (Which I still have today)
- A sweet card describing how he feels about me
I told him if I was a girl who cried, I would cry, because what he wrote was beautiful, and although the day itself does not mean much to me, all that he did meant everything.
I am so lucky that as an observant Jewish woman, I get a Valentine’s Day feel on a monthly basis, you can read about it in my recent blog http://coachyulia.com/2016/02/09/ladies-corner-cycle-talk/, and many women get flowers every Friday for Shabbat.
I always say, why not love every day?
But for those of you that this is a special day and a special memory,