Although his name is one of the most well-known of all saints in the western world (other than that guy Patrick), the actual details of the life of Valentine the man are pretty hazy. There are many different stories of why, exactly, he drew the ire of the Romans and ended up in prison- probably had something to do with converting people to Christianity (frowned upon at the time), probably had something to do with marrying couples in the Christian rite (also frowned upon, and explains the romantic love angle of his patronage).
One thing all the stories have in common?
He was martyred for the faith. Specifically, he was beheaded.
How romantic! Let's share a box of chocolates.
Gives a whole new meaning to "Be my Valentine," doesn't it? "Be the guy who gets his head chopped off for me."
But you know, maybe it is kind of appropriate. I mean, that's marriage, isn't it?
Not decapitation- our life is not that similar to Game of Thrones.
But being married means dying to one's self- putting aside all thoughts of I want and even I need and devoting time instead to what we need and what we want for our family. Mr Geek dies to himself every day by waking up before 3am some days or not coming home until after midnight on other days working at a job that will mean good things for our family in the future. He dies to himself by crawling on the floor and playing dolls with our daughter on evenings when he'd much rather put his feet up. He dies to himself by running out in the middle of the night to find whatever very specific food my big pregnant self is craving.
I die to myself by...occasionally doing the dishes. If he begs me to. (I hate doing dishes.)
Okay so maybe I need to try a little harder at being his Valentine, since he's so good at being mine.
So tell me about your Valentine! What sacrifices do they make for you?
*These are two of my favorite engagement photos, taken FIVE YEARS AGO by the illustrious Emile Frey