For many, many years, I've been a boycotter of Valentine's Day. It wasn't because I was single either. Once I met my husband, I still wasn't into it. Every day he tells me that he loves me, so why should he have to go out and buy something to show me? But many people enjoy the holiday and I respect that.
On this day, I never wear red or pink or anything that relates to the holiday either. Frankly, neither is a good color for me. But this year, today, is a little bit different. I thought of Smushie (oh, that is Harlow's new nickname!) and her future classroom exchanges of Valentine cards. I thought of how I would buy those old school Valentine cards and purposely try to find the one that secretly said "I love you, marry me" and would give that one to the cutest boy in my class. Even though they all really said "You're special/sweet/super," in my mind one of them was professing my 9-year-old heart's desire to my crush. I thought about how she will one day use a glue stick, some construction paper, elbow macaroni and glitter to make us a craft.
And my heart swelled.
Valentine's Day is actually fun today because of my daughter. She brought this home from daycare yesterday:
We had a fun photo shoot a week ago:
Happy Valentine's Day to all! <3