Today is the day when single people bemoan their singledom and couples across the country engage in ridiculous acts of clichéd romance. Heaven forbid you just say "I love you" - and mean it - on any old day. Noooo... you need the blessings of the greeting card industry and a stuffed bear clutching a satin heart to adequately convey your emotions. I know it will shock you to hear that I've never been much a fan of Valentine's Day. Thankfully, my sweetie feels the same. Now that a baby's in the picture, it's even more ridiculous.

I look at photos of candlelit, rose petal strewn bedrooms and laugh. Our bedroom, by comparison, stacks up like this:

THEIRS	OURS
candlelight	nightlight
scattered rose petals	burp cloths everywhere
romantic music	the melodious sounds of Bean making one of his signature crappuccinos
champagne	breast milk
slinky lingerie	XXL t-shirt given to me by the car dealership - complete with breast milk stains
sex toys and lube	teething rings and spit

And finally:

THEIRS	OURS

Somehow I don't think this is the image Hallmark was going for...

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