We read all the books. We talked to ALL the people in ALL the stages of marriage. We did premarital. We asked the questions, we sat through the classes, we did the whole “preparing for marriage” thing.
On any given Valentine’s Day, you’re guaranteed to find me and my fiancé at either one of our apartments: Neither one of us will have roses, stuffed animals, or heart-shaped boxes of chocolates, and both of us will be unprepared for a fancy dinner out.