A certain college roommate (you know who you are) and I always used to call Valentine's Day "V Day", short for Venereal Disease day. We weren't too fond of the over commercialization of this particular day of the year that we felt was created simply to make single people feel like crap and to make a lot of money for the industry.
Now that I am a mama, I understand why my mama always made such a big production out of Valentine's Day. It's no longer how I feel that is my focus (Okay, not at the moment, anyway.) but it's about the fact that in the past (almost) six years my heart has learned how to love a little less selfishly. And it's that love that makes me want to celebrate.
So, this Valentine's Day, I'll proudly say I love this day! You know what else I love? I love:
One little boy who won my heart by sending my mama flowers, thanking her for introducing us.
One little boy who won my heart by driving four and a half hours almost every other weekend for six months to hang out with me and my family.
One little boy who called me every night for six months, just to see how my day went and to feel a little bit closer than four and a half hours away.
One little boy who brought me in to be a part of his family while loving the family that I grew up in, too.
One little boy who has given me a family of my own.
One little boy who works so hard to provide for us, allowing me to stay home.
One little boy who is continually becoming the man I never knew I always wanted.
One little boy who has given me the most fun, kind, generous, gentle gift of himself, and...two little boys who are just like him.
Happy Valentine's Day, Boys!!
1 comment:
Well said. Very sweet...
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