Today, go spread some love. How you do that, I leave entirely to you.
It doesn't matter if there is or isn't chocolate; it doesn't matter if there is or isn't a card. It doesn't matter if there's something you spent money on or not. It doesn't matter if there's bows on it or if it's red or some other color.
Here's what I decided to do.
Last night, I told myself: I don't want to just grab something off a shelf and give it to my wife of nearly fifteen years. I want to do something a little more personal.
I took a piece of paper and cut off a rectangle of it measuring about 6 mm x 10 mm. On this piece of paper, with the finest point pen I could find in my collection, I wrote:
I folded it over and drew a heart — a really, really tiny one — on the cover. The whole thing was barely big enough to cover the pad of my index finger.
I was going to present the whole thing to her today, but last night we were both still up after midnight, and I figured, what the heck, it's the 14th already.
"Here," I said. "I bring you the world's smallest Valentine's Day card!" And I held out my finger with this thing barely the size of the corner of a postage stamp on it.
She loved it. Because she loves me, y'know, and because it was something from me, to her, to show that the feeling is oh so very mutual.