When I grew up (a long,long time ago)  My Daddy made a really big deal about VALENTINE DAY.  The first year of Floyd and my marriage, I bought a really nice leather wallet for Floyd.  On that day in 1955, we went to work as usual, ( nothing said about VALENTINES)   We came home and I had fixed an extra special dinner,  the evening went by as usual and we went to bed.   I kept waiting for Floyd to say something (didn't happen).  I waited til he got to sleep and threw the :(expensive leather wallet) I had bought him, and woke him up screaming HAPPY VALENTINES