Well, don't look now but it's nearly Valentine's Day.
Is it "Valentines" or "Valentine's?" Could be either, I suppose, depending on whether we're referring to the droves of lovebirds who celebrate the effervescent and sentiment-filled occasion - or the patron saint whose dedication to marrying those in love even when the law said he couldn't do so was the inspiration for the holiday. Well, I mean, if you consider it a holiday.
Then there's the whole holiday versus holy day discussion. Is the former a derivative of the latter? What's the source of origin and where did the deviation of meaning occur and when?
English is such a funny language, no? And I mean interesting not comical. Then again, it can be humorous wait, too much digression - even for me. And I'm a pretty big digresser. Where were we?
Ah yes, Valentine's Day. The date for which millions of folks the world over yearn and eagerly pine so that they can find themselves awash in precious jewels, fragrant perfumes, gourmet chocolates, romantic, candlelight, fuzzy teddy bears, and a plethora of hearts in pink, red and a veritable technicolor dream coat of other shades and hues.
OK, most of them are wholesale distributors or otherwise purveyors of the correlative products and services, but still!
For the very young, the newly-smitten and the about-to-be or just-married among us, Valentine's Day is a thrill, a rush, a momentous occasion. I mean, what was better as a school-age student then making your Valentine's Day Box? That very fantabulous receptacle - covered in glitter, lace, ribbon and baubles of every imaginable type - in which to house the multitude of tiny greeting cards you'd surely receive in class on that day?
Or, what about all the fun candies with all those neat catch phrases you got as a kid? Remember those chalky little talky hearts containing messages such as "Will You Be Mine?" "You are Sweet!" and um, "Jerry's Root Canal Service: 800-YOU-ATE-TOO-MUCH-CANDY." Who can forget all that classic Valentine's Day fun?
Then there are the young paramours who carefully plan the biggest day of their lives around the Saturday closest to Valentine's Day - just so their amorous wedding theme is complete on every level and for all the world to see. Adorable!
But alas, in middle-age-land, Valentine's Day is none of these magical, whimsical flights of fancy or dates of desire.
It's neither unique, nor anticipated, nor coveted.
In fact, it's barely acknowledged and is, how do you say in your language? Oh yes, er, Friday, this year, I believe.
To wit, the only thing most of us here in old-people-ville really want for Valentine's Day? Is for you to take down your danged Christmas decorations already. Come on, people!
Either way, my husband and son and even my not-so-little puppy Monnie know that it' doesn't take any special turn of the calendar for me to completely adore them.
I hope that I make it clear every single day that I'm the luckiest wife and Mom on planet Earth - and that nothing means more to me than these three sweetie pies. Today, tomorrow and always, they are my Valentines not to be confused with Valentine's.
But, just to be safe, they'll all be getting a special treat from yours truly this Friday.
What can I say? I'm sucker for all that gooey love stuff. Happy Valentine's Day, all!
Kimerer is a Tribune Chronicle columnist and closet lover of Valentine's Day. Send her your related poems, verses, and thoughts at firstname.lastname@example.org.