Saturday, February 13, 2010

Valentines Day....3 years later.

Its Valentines eve, and I'm sitting here on my rent-a-bed
wrapped in my zebra snuggie,

listening to my dog snore next to me.
This year is pretty similar to last years Valentines eve. Alone.
James was in NTC last February. Wow, times flies.
Just when you think Valentines is over with for another year,
it punches you in the face.


I do not "not" like this holiday, but its a bit overrated
and just a way for hallmark to make more money on their
cheesy cards that everyone else is buying for their loved ones.

Its like going to Walmart and buying that cute shirt you see.
Like nobody else shops at Walmart and wont buy that shirt too.

I don't understand why people feel
the need to think its a slap in their face if they are single.
Nobody says "You need to celebrate Valentines Day or else..."
Or else what?

For the single people, its a way to
save money and your diet that you have

been on since New Years, or so they say.

Really though, don't you think its a bit more "romantic" or "special" to
write on a piece of paper your own feelings for that special someone?
If it were me, I'd rather receive that, then the same card my
next door neighbor just got from her husband. (just sayin)


The first Valentines Day for James and I was when he was in basic.
Instead of buying him a card that told him
how much I "liked" him, I made him one.

Complete with the little hearts you learn to
cut out on construction paper in kindergarten.

You know, the ones you fold the
paper in half and cut up and around?

That was from my heart.
And I knew that nobody else was
going to send him the same exact card.


This year, I also sent him something I made.
It reminded me of the first Valentines Day we spent "together" but apart.
Sitting in the kitchen, in the same exact spot, three years later, making something for James.

Except this year is different then that first Valentines Day.
I don't just "like" him, I'm completely head over heels in "love" with him.

1 comment:

  1. That IS way more special Chels! And guess what? We write our men love letters all the freaking time! How many women can say that? We're special, and not in the "ed" kind of way ;-)

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