Apart from the usual teenage misery surrounding the date, I can't say Valentine's Day ever really figured in my life until I had twins on February 14th, 1993. Since then there have been two constants associated with Tom and Alice's birthday: tulips and Valentine's Day madness. Tulips, because Simon had just bought me the most enormous bouquet of them which I had to leave behind as I went into hospital earlier than expected, and madness because, well, you only have to look at the media and shops to see it's all gone barmy. Still, for us, February 14th is a birthday, not a commercial opportunity designed to exploit sentiment and/or destroy many a young, single person's self-esteem, and the day for a big bunch of mixed tulips.
We were out with our twinnies (and our singleton) last night. They are 23 three now, and couldn't decide if that makes them early- or mid-twenties. I know it makes me feel plain old. But my passion for tulips hasn't diminished with age.
[print by Emily Patrick]