A day to tell others of their significance Kathryn J. Marcotte Graphics/Photo Editor “I’m going into my bedroom on Saturday night, I’m locking the door and I’m not coming out until Valentine’s Day is over.” There seems to be only two opinions of Valentine’s Day; you’re either jumping for joy, or running for your life. Or so I’m told. Valentine’s Day has always been a special time in my life. Not so much the actual day of Feb. 14, but the idea behind the holiday. Valentine’s Day is a day full of love, for me- not romance, but a love that runs deeper than anything romance could ever touch. In my life, Valentine’s Day has always been strictly a family event. It traditionally started off with my sister, my brother and me waking up to the perfume of heart-shaped blueberry muffins and fresh-squeezed orange juice, courtesy of Mom and Dad. We got goodie bags of chocolate candies and Valentines; real Valentines, made by my parents and siblings with doilies and red construction paper. Even if Valentine’s Day fell on the busiest day of the week, we all managed to gather at the table and eat breakfast together. As we got older, the scenario changed a little, but my family still makes it a point to do something special for each other to show our love and affection. And because of the way we spent so many Valentine’s Days, my family has learned that we don’t need to wait until Feb. 14 to say, “I love you.” We just say it whenever we can.