Before having Ellis, I never put much thought into the “silly” holidays. St. Patrick’s Day was an excuse to drink Guinness at the closest “Irish” pub (it 100% tastes better in Ireland by the way), Valentine’s Day was an excuse to eat a bunch of candy and splurge at a nice restaurant, and the rest didn’t really phase me unless they got me a day off. But now that I have a daughter, they’re starting to mean a little more to me.