I was born on Valentine’s Day, and for the first years of my life that equated to paper Valentines plus birthday cards, and chocolate kisses plus birthday cake. And with a mom like mine, it meant heart-shaped birthday cake. It was the best.
Over the years, upon learning that I was born on either “The Day of Love” or “Another Stupid Hallmark Holiday,” depending on who I was talking to, people have been curious about what it’s like to have a birthday on Cupid’s day. I imagine it’s like the curiosity I have about the birthday experiences of people born on Christmas or New Year’s.
Valentine’s Day is a small enough holiday that I’ve never felt like it overshadowed my birthday, but it’s also a bit of a controversial holiday in that some people love it, a few people forget it, and many people think it’s just another commercial holiday.
Though I’ve only ever known a Valentine’s birthday, I have to say that I’ve always loved it, even after the heart-shaped birthday cakes stopped. The most notable thing about a February 14th birthday is that people tend to remember it, so that’s a notch in the “pro” column of Valentine’s birthdays.
But more than that, I’ve never had a chance to hate Valentine’s Day. And I spent plenty of Valentine’s Days without a valentine. No matter my single status, I always had plans on 2/14, and I like to think that I distracted some fellow single gal pals along the way.
On the downside of Valentine’s Day birthdays are getting a dinner reservation and finding a valentine who isn’t scared off by the Bday-Vday duo. Fortunately, I’ve got both this year.
Finally, let us not forget the plethora of sweet treats available this time of year. Peanut-butter-chocolate combos are my personal recommendation.
So, between the chocolate, the birthday wishes, and the not caring about Valentine’s Day plans, I have to say: I totally recommend February 14th birthdays, and for that I’ve got to give a shout out to mom and dad. Thanks guys!