I like Valentine's Day. If I read about an ancient culture who had a special day each year celebrating romantic love, I'd think they sounded like a culture with good values. Of course it's too commercialised, everything is, but you can easily opt out of all that without throwing the baby out with the bathwater.
Ed gave me a 30 gallon waterbutt, 2 blackcurrant bushes and a promise to dig the potato patch for Valentine's Day (I wonder if he remembered to claim his 10% discount at the garden centre for being an allotment-holder?) He knows that if he gave me 3' high teddy bear and a satin-covered card from Clinton's I'd laugh at him. When he gives me a gift he gives me something I want, and he knows me well enough to know what I want (also I'm not shy about dropping hints)
Later on I'll cook him his favourite meal and try to time it so it's on the table when he gets home from work. We usually eat all together as a family, but sometimes we wait until the children are in bed to have a romantic meal with just the two of us. But tonight is the local beekeeping association AGM so I have to go out. That they would hold their AGM on 14th February tells you everything you need to know about the love lives of beekeepers.