So, Valentine’s Day happens to be one of my least favorite holidays. Not to be a Grinch, but I do feel like it’s a silly way for people to commercialize love. I also find it silly to dedicate one day to love when I believe that every day should be dedicated to love.
But, I realize that I don’t want to be the Grinch Who Stole Valentine’s Day in front of the kids, so I am trying my best to embrace the holiday as much as possible.
The kids were happy to post for a V-day card. (And I was happy to continue to play around with my new love of the Picnik website.)
And I was happy to make them chocolate-heart-shaped-pancakes for breakfast this morning. (Despite the fact that I don’t own a heart-shaped cookie cutter and had to hand cut each pancake.)
And tonight, I’ll whip out the fondue pot and melt cheese then chocolate, eagerly awaiting the moment when the kids realize that the fondue spears can easily morph into light sabers.
Besides the cooking and crafting and kid details here and there, I realize I don’t share much of my personal life on my blog. I guess I’ve always been a bit of a private person in that respect, but when it comes to talking about the people I love, words flow easily.
I met my husband in high school. We met on November 22, 1992 (I remember this date only because my husband memorized it) and became instantly inseparable. We happened to live a few blocks away from one another in Los Angeles, which is a pretty big coincidence in a city this big. We spent as much time together as possible and when it was time for curfew, we would talk on the phone endlessly. I remember one morning I woke up, phone still in my hand and guess who was asleep on the other end of the line?
Here’s a photo of us from my high school graduation.
When we left for college we drifted apart as friends, speaking occasionally, seeing each other on holidays and then, not talking at all.
But at a mutual friend’s party, seven years after we met, we both decided to go for the sole purpose of seeing one another. We were like magnets. The connection was instantly there, only more powerful than it had been in high school. That night, he asked me to marry him. I laughed it off and went on a whole diatribe about how I didn’t really believe in marriage and it just wasn’t my style. He tried again two months later and it was the easiest yes I’ve ever uttered.
After knowing each other close to 20 years now and almost 8 years of marriage and two boys later, I find I am deeper in love each day. Everyone’s love is different and unique. We work together because we laugh together, even when things are difficult. We talk multiple times throughout the day and I kid you not, I still get butterflies in my stomach when I see the caller ID.
But this day isn’t just about my love for my husband. It’s about my overwhelming love for these two beautiful children we've created together, it’s about our amazing families and friends who support us and it’s about supporting the freedom of others to love whom they choose. Because the Beatles kind of had it right: Love is All You Need.
See, I'm not such a Party Pooper after all.