We used to celebrate Valentine’s Day, the wife and I, but eventually it got too expensive, so we stuck to our wedding anniversary instead, which is not very far away, in March.
Anyway, when you have three kids, ages 10, 12 and 14, you don't really have time for the trappings of commercialized romance.
Our Valentine’s Day consisted of me taking Joy to church while the wife took Faith and Isaac to see the doctor on a Sunday morning.
The flu bug is not fun at all, especially if it hits two kids at once, and especially if your firstborn daughter has autism and can’t tell you where her discomfort is.
Then the afternoon was a blur. I vaguely remember driving one kid to maths tuition, fixing a broken wardrobe door, and buying a rose at the wet market for the wife, with Faith in tow.
Oh, wait. I managed to catch a power nap too. That was pretty awesome.
Faith had a small meltdown at the mall after dinner because she wanted to go home already and insisted on going down an escalator that was going up. It took both Isaac and me to pull her back and guide the very cranky and strong 14-year-old girl out of the mall and to the car.
At home, I played with my new camera and took selfies with Faith. "Smile at the camera, Faithie!"
Faith didn't smile for the camera but she did give me a surprise kiss. And because of muscle memory, I pressed the shutter button.
Now that is a Valentine's Day moment to remember.
I'm not sure if Faith will ever find her Valentine, her condition being so severe. But she will always have us, her family, to love and cherish her for as long as we live.