I'm not a "big fan" of Valentines Day.
Allow me to explain.
I was only 19 years old the year of our First Valentines as husband and wife.
You know how when you're newly married (and still a TEENAGER) you believe in romance and crap?
So, I had this incredible fantasy of how my *sigh*husband*sigh* was going to spoil me rotten and make all of my Valentines Dreams come true.
Ha! HA! HA! HAAAAAAAAA!
This is how it went down.
"You're gift is in the fridge, babe."
"Ummmm...ok?"
So, I run to the fridge and see this little ass box of candy.
"THIS IS MY PRESENT?!"
"Yes!"
"This is candy from where your sister works! Did you even have to pay for it?"
"I got it for 50% off!"
"AND! YOU KNOW I'M ON A DIET! Why in the hell would you buy me chocolate when you know I'm on a diet?"
"Well, babe, that's why I got you a little box."
I THREW the candy across the room, stormed off to the bathroom and cried for a very long time.
And it was on that day I realized that my husband who had led me to believe he was the most romantic man on the face of the earth (This one time? When we were talking on the phone? I told him I was cold because the heater in our house only kept the front of the house warm? He totally bought me a heater to put in my room and surprised me with it at church the following sunday and said "I don't want my sweetie to be cold at night". Romantic.) wasn't really romantic at all, but, rather, just trying to get a piece of Pastors Kid Ass.
Having children has made me not hate the day as much as I used to. I have a great deal of fun buying them little gifts and writing them cheesy love notes.
Today, whilst walking back to the car after Ethan's Valentines day party at school, he said "Man, Valentines day must feel people with a lot of joy because everyone is so sweet today."
How can I hate a day that brings out The Lovah in my son?
Last year was my first Valentines with The Daughter I Never Thought I'd have.
I remember asking my son to take a couple pictures of the two of us together, in our pink and red shirts, so that I could always remember "my First Valentine" with my daughter.
My daughter who was still very much into The Bobs.
Today, I had hoped for the same kind of valentines day picture taking experiece. Kind of like how I had hoped for a really romantic first valentines day with my husband experience, but just as my fantasy wass shattered that day back in 1991, so was the dream of beautiful pictures of my daughter in her VERY CUTE pink outfit.
THE GIRL HAS REBELLED AGAINST THE CAMERA.
Full on rebelled.
When she sees the camera?
She runs away!
Or she sits down and TURNS HER BACK TO ME!
Or, she FLAT OUT REFUSES TO LOOK AT ME!
Or! She gives me dirty looks.
But, mostly? She just...
Throws
Tantrums.
Another Valentines Day Fantasy down The Crapper.
The fantasy of taking some really awesome pictures of my daughter in her really awesome "pink" outfit with her really awesome red purse, that is, because it's not as if the entire day was one of suckage.
Infact, it was one of those days were I just loved my children every minute of the day and where everytime I would look at them, I'd want to cry because my God, they are beautiful human beings.
I love when you post pictures of the kids. They are so sweet!