And just like our wedding anniversaries, we both forgot to do anything about it. No cards or flowers (why would my husband want flowers anyway?). No romantic gestures. Nothing. Anyway, we are 4500 miles apart! But on our daily FaceTime chat, just as he was drifting off to sleep sitting in front of the computer screen (it was almost midnight for him), I remembered and said, "Happy Valentine's Day. I suppose my flowers will arrive tomorrow." He woke enough to laugh (slightly hysterically, I thought). It was very romantic.
Much better than flowers, this morning I was facetimed by all three men in my life, all hale and hearty in the freezing cold, building a stable ready for the arrival of a horse and a pony at the end of the week.