In seven years of marriage, my husband Andrew and I have made many special Valentine memories -- from the time the married women in our sector sang a pathetic rendition of "Dangerous Man" at midweek service to the year he surprised me with a room at a local inn. 

One of my favorite memories is from 2001.   On Super Bowl Sunday, 34 weeks pregnant, I took one step out the door to go to church and broke a bone in my foot.  Five days later, I fell off my crutches, so my doctor put me on strict bed rest until I could manage a cane.  For three weeks, I could only leave my bed (assisted) to take a shower.  I even had an invalid potty chair so I didn't have to trek to the bathroom!  I had hoped to have a special Valentine getaway or at least a fancy dinner out before our second child was born in mid-March, but that wasn't going to happen.  We found a single sister to take our daughter out for the evening and ordered Chinese food from our favorite local place.  I couldn't get dressed up, but I did at least put on a red maternity shirt for the occasion.  We ate, chatted, then nodded off for a nap!  It wasn't fancy and wasn't passionate, but it was memorable and just what we needed.