My husband and I celebrate things on the 13th, so I took a 3-day weekend off work so I could spend some quality time with my husband. We went to the movies (Walk the Line is awesome) and then went out to dinner using a GC my sister had given to us for Christmas to use for Valentine's Day. Before the end of dinner, my head was burning and my body was frozen. We had other plans for after dinner, but I had my husband take me home. I was up half the night, couldn't sleep, hot and cold, and doing the unspeakable.
It feels like food poisoning, except for the fact that my husband split EVERYTHING last night, and he's fine. I dragged myself to work this morning at 4:30, but I should be out of here and in my bed by 9. I forgot it was even Valentine's Day until I got to work and had to write the date. I don't really care though.
Two years ago, my husband (my fiancé at the time) was in a coma and we couldn't celebrate V-Day until the next November. It's not the calendar date but the feeling in your heart that counts. My husband got up with me in the middle of the night, so he's my Knight in Shining Armour today.
Have a loving day.