Despite her protestations that – beyond even its apparent commercialization – Valentine’s Day is a Christian Pagan holiday in which a couple of Jewish kids such as ourselves have no part, and despite her having to live with me (which, honestly, I couldn’t imagine doing either) for the past month or two, Jess has nonetheless agreed to be my Valentine.

On our evening docket: a play, a home cooked dinner, and perhaps some serious floor scrubbing (both of us being just OCD enough to consider that an oddly delightful and gratifying pursuit). All of which sounds just perfect to me, and reminds me of some great advice I once received: the secret to a happy relationship is less finding someone with no baggage, and more finding someone with whom your own makes a nicely matched set.