A few months later, when Valentine's Day arrived, he passed the gift gauntlet with flair. That morning, I awoke to find an adorable stuffed dog on my bedside table; his collar was a gold necklace. My future husband had put together a creative gift, and it was jewelry - which is always a hit. That little dog remained perched in my bedroom through our engagement and marriage. He got lost for the five years we lived in our first house, but we had a happy reunion when we unpacked in our new home last summer. The dog's now a favorite with our toddler, when he's not too busy to pay attention to his toys because he's tossing his macaroni.

But last year was the best Valentine's yet. I have to admit that I don't even recall what I got. The memorable part was the messenger: my pint-size "little love," as I call him. My teetering new walker delivered my gifts, along with a big smile and a hug. Maybe there's hope for this holiday yet. With no fear of roses or loneliness, and the added joy of two boys to make it delicious, I'm beginning to see the appeal. And hey, there's always chocolate!
Authors
Sarah Hepola is a freelance writer based in New York City. If you send her a Valentine's Day card, address it to "Smoky."

Kevin Raub is a Los Angeles-based travel and entertainment journalist. His work has appeared in Travel+Leisure, FHM, Stuff, and the New York Post, among others. He wishes to take this opportunity to apologize to any ex-girlfriends who might be reading this.

John Gonzalez is a staff writer for Boston magazine, and is actually a sweet and thoughtful guy - as long as he's on his couch.

Elena Rover is a freelance health writer and editor based in Katonah, New York, where the possibility of a decent Valentine's Day still exists.