I don't really count on it.
When Joel and I were dating, we really tried to do Valentine's Day. But it always seemed like something would happen to ruin our plans. One year, his mom had some places she needed Joel to escort his sister. One year, I got sick. The next year, he got sick. We sort of came to a place where we just mutually decided to not expect too much out of Valentine's Day. Oh, we might make a little extra effort on that day... some flowers, chocolate, strawberries. But if it doesn't work out, it's not the end of the world.
And that's okay with me.
I'm blessed to be married to a man who does all the little things throughout the year. Bringing me a latte on his way home when he knows I've had a hard day. Making sure my technological needs are always up to date (which may not seem the most romantic thing in the world... but it's his way of taking care of me). Taking our daughters on dates. Encouraging me to get the alone/not-working time that I need each week. Letting me know when he's going to be late from work. Sending me jokes he knows I'll think are funny.
I'll take that over a bouquet of roses any day.