Valentine’s Day and I have always had a love/hate relationship. I’ve had some really stinky Valentine’s Days. In High School, one of the student organizations sold carnations on Valentine’s Day. It seemed to me that every girl in school walked around that day with at least one carnation. EXCEPT me. Always the flower-holder, never the receiver.
Maybe this was the reason?
Okay, that was 6th grade, not high school, but still: Yikes!
I dated a florist for a while. I couldn’t wait for Valentine’s Day that year. I just knew I was going to get a bouquet that would make up for all the past bouquet-less years. But the day ticked by, minute by minute with no delivery. I knew he was working crazy hours, so I didn’t expect to see or hear from him that day. The next day, he called me. In the middle of him telling me how tired he was from working 48 hours straight, I blurted out something like, “Where are my flowers?” His answer: “Oh, I forgot.” Forgot? Really? I think we broke up the next week.
When The Hubster and I got together, and Valentine’s Day rolled around, I made it very clear to him that it was an important day to me. I don’t care if Hallmark invented it, it’s important to me. And, bless his heart, he’s always comes through. Flowers, multiple cards, candy, and a nice dinner are his way of making the day special. He’s a great guy, without a doubt.
Since we got our kids, he always makes sure they get me something special for Valentine’s Day, too. I think our boys will know how to treat their special girls on Valentine’s Day when the time comes. They seem to love picking out the cards and candy and giving them to me early in the morning on the 14th.
This year had a puppies and kitties theme. The Hubster let them pick out their own cards. I’m a little worried about I’s psyche, but the card is hilarious:May your day be filled with kisses (chocolate, labs, and otherwise!)