Happy Valentine's Day! Open valentine to my flist, with a side note about V-Day for me and Devon

Happy Valentine's Day!
Taking a break from leaving my sprinkling of candy hearts and overlong Valentine's messages across LiveJournal and email (for I am many things, but none of them are succinct) to say it publicly:

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone. If you're on my friends list, you're probably there for a reason. Granted, those reasons differ, but for the vast majority of you I hold a great deal of care and respect. Beyond cuddling the boyfriend, V-Day is for me a day of outward, blatant appreciation of all sorts. It's the sort of thing that we don't say often or don't say so blatantly, but on Valentine's Day the reservations are removed and we can shout it, as loud and as tacky as we want to.

So thank you all for being patient readers, caring friends, letter writing buddies, vibrant individuals, sources of joy, brilliantly intelligent, thoughtful, funny, friendly, creative, or whatever combination of the above it is that makes me read and care about you and your life. I am glad to have you around and to know you, in person or in letter or just across the internet. I wish you all the very best.

I hope that everyone has a great day on this often superficial, commercial, excessive holiday. Whether you celebrate it or not, whether you're celebrating it today or not, sharing love is, I think, never a bad thing.

Also pimping my Valentinr box for last minute Valentines—but, of course, those are welcome in comments, or in real mail, or in email, or in silent thought, or however else you feel like sharing them.

♥ ♥ ♥
(As for me and the boy, well, he's working from home today so that we can spend more time together—lately, he's been busy and the house has been full, so this time is much needed. He's buying me the world's best chocolates soon, and we're going to sit down and plan a BPAL order together. I might be able to rope him into playing more DOFUS with me. But all in all it will be a low-key day, which is how we like it. We spent so many years living so far apart that simple days full of each other's company and not much else is—well, more than enough, it is the best possible gift. I love him dearly, endlessly, and somehow more each day. And all of that is horrendously boring to read and trite to write, so I haven't been posting about it. But rest assured it is there, and it makes my heart pound deep and heavy until I can feel my pulse rush to my fingertips, and it makes his heartbeat push back against my palm and into the source of me—and no matter how spoiled and selfish I am, when it comes down to it I can ask for nothing more.)