Technically, today is supposed to be my birthday. My mother was having a scheduled C-section and she chose February 14th only to be told it was a Sunday and the doctor didn't schedule this procedure on Sundays. Instead she chose the 12th because it was convenient and also Abe Lincoln's birthday. (I'm pretty sure she didn't know it was Charles Darwin's birthday, too.)
Also I was supposed to be named Bruce.
Sometimes plans just don't work out. Do they?
At my house, we pretty much ignore this day. It's a Hallmark holiday and can safely be ignored.
If you can't show your love all year round, one day isn't going to make things better.
For you hopeless romantics who love today, I wish you good cheer and lots of chocolate and flowers and bling.
And in other news:
Reporting date for pitchers and catchers!