I realized recently that I no longer hate the color pink, hearts, and Valentines Day. If you knew me a few years ago, you'd know this is a really big change for me. I used to hate Valentines Day, because I despised the fact that little infatuated teenagers claimed their ill-fated relationships to be love, celebrated the holiday by adding another person to their STD list, and then a week later collapsed into tears declaring their life to be over and pain to be deepest of all, at least until another person came along. Now I don't really think about that, other than to blog about my old annoyances. I guess marriage has softened me. Now hearts are sweet, pink isn't so bad (nearly a wearable color) and Valentines Day seems like a great idea.