Valentine's Day. You either love it, or hate it with all your being.
In Elementary school, it was a greatly anticipated day, filled with goodies and games. I loved picking out my box of Valentines, and delivering each card to my classmates bag.
A bag (or sometimes milk jug) that each of us decorated to our liking, usually covered in pink and white hearts. I loved that day in school!♥
Then after all the cards were delivered, we would all sit at our desks and open them up. We were lucky back then for having Valentine's that came with envelopes. It added to the anticipation, and I quite liked it. The cards now only have stickers to close them shut. And I get the whole "Save the world" thing, but I'm sad my kids won't have that.
In around 5th and 6th grade, There was more of a thought process in filling out my valentine's. I had to be sure not to give one to a boy that said something like, "Be Mine, Valentine!" In fear of one of them thinking I liked them or something. Heaven forbid! ☺ I could never bring myself to hand too sweet of a valentine out, even to a boy I thought was cute. I was much too shy to do something like that back then.
Then you get into middle school and high school, and the love/hate relationship that most people have with Valentine's Day begins.
If you were lucky enough to have a boyfriend on Valentine's Day, you were on cloud 9. I was always completely jealous of the girls that got a carnation that day. (The schools around here would sell carnations to students, that were then delivered to the recipient.)
I didn't get my first steady boyfriend until 10th grade, and he never sent me one. And then my senior year, I was dating someone from another school, so once again, no carnation.
My junior year, a friend and I (she was also single) declared it "Black Wednesday" and decided to celebrate Valentine's Day in our own special way.
With black cookies.
Only, she couldn't get the food coloring to turn black, so they were a gross green. I guess that's Black Wednesday for ya!☺
My husband's always been good to me on this day. Even when I tell him not to, which is usually every year. This year, we decided to buy each other a movie that we each wanted. (Mine was Breaking Dawn, Part 1) And we also went out for an early dinner on Saturday. That's more than enough for me. But this morning, I wake up to a card and chocolates.
He loves me! He really loves me! (I had to throw some cheesiness in there, in memory of Black Wednesday.) I met his chocolates, and raised him a giant homemade sugar cookie, with buttercream frosting.☺ Both hands were winners.♥
Today when the girls came home from school, they proudly opened their Valentine bags and showed me what they had received. I hope they hold these memories in their hearts forever.
And Megan got an extra special surprise. A boy in her grade was waiting for her to walk by the library at the end of the day, then ran up to her and put a box of chocolates in her bag, and ran away! How cute is that?!
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! (Or Black Tuesday, if you wish.)
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