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Valentine's Day: A day devoted to love

I don't think I will ever be too old to come home and enjoy home cooked food. I haven't ventured back home since the end of December. Now, you may be thinking, a month and ten days, is nothing to get all worked up about, but only being an hour and a half from my home town, makes it a lot easier to make the treck. Regardless of the time I haven't been at home, it is always reassuring when I make my left turn onto my street and find my house. The driveway is always the same, my brother's car is always backed in and parked in the same spot, the one I used to have when I lived at home. As I pulled into my driveway at 3 AM Saturday morning, my parents had graciously left the yard light on, and the living room light on as well. I couldn't help but feel appreciated and already cared about even before saying, "I made it home," to my parents who had long been asleep.

I'm 20 years old, and still feel that warm fuzzy feeling when my mom cooks me dinner or when she does my laundry, because only she can do it the right way. Now, don't get me wrong, I love college life, and I would never switch places with my brother to live at home again, but there is just something about your family that makes you feel comfortable. I won't matter how old I get, home will be home. Family will be family, and my mom's cooking will always top my cooking talent at any point in time.

Now you may be wondering, why is she talking about family, and home cooking? Well Valentine's Day is soon approaching and I find it to be a terrible holiday to celebrate. Even if you have a significant other, why should one day be dedicated to sharing your love with the people you care about. Shouldn't you be doing this everyday, reminding those people that are close to you how much they mean to you? Yes, recieving flowers on Valentine's Day is a wonderful feeling, but are they really worth the $80 some dollars, when I would rather get a dozen roses a week before Valentine's Day with a note that says, "Just thinking about you," instead of expecting flowers on the day of love.

Hallmark and Russel Stovers make millions on this holiday. But Valentine's Day is a day of love, but when it comes to family, everday is a day of love. And that's why I love coming home. I know that love is being but into every little thing, but is done because they really care and not just because of some day, Hallmark denotes as being the day of love.

By all means, celebrate Valentine's Day with someone you care about: your significant other, a best friend, or your roommates. But remember that you don't need Valentine's Day to tell someone you care about them.

Will you be my Valentine?

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