Could this be love?

Today is that day. You know, the day singles loathe and the one boyfriends forget or sweat over, if you're lucky.

No, I shouldn't say that.

To be blunt, Valentine's Day has always pissed me off. It's the one day in the year that has the power to hurt countless people's feelings, to squash any heightened expectations or feel forgotten.

In elementary school I was always the last girl that was asked to dance at the Valentine's Sock Hop. Today, I blame it on my awkward height and my uni-brow, which since then has disappeared.

Over the handful of years that I've had a boyfriend on this notorious day, it hasn't always been champagne and chocolates. But then again, I'm not that much of a traditionalist.

The man I'm with today does his best with what he's equipped. He's no Casanova. No, he's more than that. He's a real man. One you can whole heartedly trust and adore for just being him.

I'm gushing I know.

This year I was short on cash so I agreed to babysit tonight. My man joined me. We made cupcakes (just before he arrived) and then played Uno with the girls, who absolutely adored him; the youngest was actually flirting with him!

Now, we sit. Two glasses of rose and two laptops, just the way we like it.

Whether celebrating or loathing: Happy Valentine's Day.