Valentine’s Day–Pink Pancakes and Beyond
My best Valentine’s Day memory will always be waking up to a special breakfast of pink pancakes. Oh, how I wish this particular holiday had stayed so sweet and simple.
The Evolution
- Elementary School: Loved making the mailbox and delivering cards to classmates. Didn’t like mushy, “Be Mine” quotes on the pre-printed cards. Wished I had more that read, “Have a Nice Valentine’s Day.” Worried someone would mistake canned comments for my actual feelings. Ick.
- Junior High School: Missed the mail boxes and hand delivery. Saw some girls receive Valentine’s Day gifts from boys. Knew the only Valentine I’d receive that day would be from my mom. On the fence about that.
- High School: School fundraiser. Kids buy carnations and have them surprise delivered to classmates throughout the day. Didn’t get any. Pink pancakes and Valentine from mom lessens the blow. A little.
- College: Had a boyfriend who bought me flowers for the first time. Fell in love with the idea of having a Valentine and mistook those feelings for actual love. Ick.
- Dating: Does he love me? Does he love me not? What if I write, “Be Mine” and he writes, “Have a Nice Valentine’s Day?”
- Married: Do we even need to exchange Valentine’s Day cards? Yes, of course we do. Got to keep the flame alive. But let’s not spend too much on the gifts–we’ve got bills to pay.
And Now…
I’ll make pink pancakes for my elementary school kids. I’ll give my husband a card and tell him how much I love and appreciate him. I’ll probably even make spaghetti for dinner because it’s one of his favorites and the kids will think the red pasta sauce is Valentiney. They’ll be sick from eating all the candy they got in their mailboxes and I’ll put them to bed early. Then Paul and I will snuggle on the couch, eat licorice and Hot Tamales, and watch one of our favorite shows on DVR.
I’ll realize, once again, that this simple Valentine night makes up for all the miserable Valentine’s Days I endured when I was younger. Worth the wait.









