Rewind 22 years ago and I was the kid handing out Valentines and candy at school, but not getting one in return. Kids would say oh, darn I just ran out or sorry. I had made cookies and I gave a really big one to a boy I liked and he said he couldn’t eat it because he might catch cooties….talk about a self-esteem boost.
In junior high I loathed the Valentine’s dances because I was a wall flower because I never had a date or a boyfriend (wah wah…I know). I remember one dance in particular…End of the Road was playing by Boys to Men I wanted to dance so bad, but I couldn’t muster up enough courage to ask and I spent that evening so mad at myself. Whenever I hear that song I always think of my missed opportunities.
For months I wondered what is wrong with me…is it the braces? That fact that I was freakishly tall? My hair looked like Don King? Did I smell? I was convinced that no boy would ever like me and I would be doomed to a boring life and loneliness.
As time went on my experiences on Valentine’s Day got a little better and a little better (Thankfully) especially after I met my hubby. We don’t go overboard and we keep it simple because every day really should be Valentine’s day for those near and dear to you.
By far my most memorable Valentine’s Day was last year. Craig and I ate dinner at Noodles&Co. (One of my favorite eating places) and talked about the arrival of a Mr. Langston Matthew Anderson who would meet us that next day. Craig was so excited to meet his son the next day and I couldn’t wait to get him out of my body. I was 40 weeks. He needed to get out. Ha!
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