That old Valentine’s Day thing
I don't know about you all, but I celebrate my birthday once a year. I've always done it that way. It would never have occurred to me not to. It wasn't until several years ago that I really questioned why I celebrate my birthday each year! It’s not as if it had never been valuable to celebrate the fact that I was born--indeed, that is a worthy thing to celebrate. I celebrate it as often as I think of it now, and sometimes even when I don’t. It's just that the meaning of the holiday had been lost in the repetition.