R and I don't bother too much about St Valentine's Day. We exchange cards and usually R tapes a few chocolates to my card. I don't even do that, just a card.
His card was rather nice this year with a written line something like 'it is nice how moments have turned into memories', and they have indeed.
But it is not the romantic or hot times that we so often talk about. Our latest memory conversation was about about the outdoor clothes lines in the four houses we have lived in. Neither of us have clear mental images of them all. Neither of us can agree on what clothes lines we had where. How such a meaningless conversation began, I can't recall.
Such is 32 years of history together. To have someone to have such a conversation with makes me a very privileged person. Not everyone does and if you don't, don't be too envious. Such a history comes at a price of keeping your trap shut at times, negotiation, eating humble pie, having to change your mind, but it is a price I am prepared to pay. All you really need to do is be there for each other.