I’m not a fan of Valentine’s Day. Never have been, never will be.
When Dane and I first started dating, he wasn’t sure if I meant it when I shared that I didn’t care to celebrate. So in true, quirky Dane fashion, on not-February 14th, he sent me a bunch of flowers, with a note that proclaimed “Happy St. Dane’s Day!”
Now we celebrate St. Dane’s Day on random days. Because we can.