Two years ago I spent Valentine’s Day with Danielle at her mom’s house in Southaven. Very few people knew I had left my home in California– if anyone discovered my absence the consequences would be disastrous– and we carefully orchestrated fake internet postings as to not blow our cover. Exactly 38 weeks pregnant, I frantically scrambled to find to find a doctor who would perform a mandatory C-section on an uninsured patient from another state whom they’d never met. Seven days later I gave birth.
Last year I can’t even remember what I did for Valentine’s Day….which is probably for the best.
How did we spend February 14, 2014? Adam and Tatum celebrated at their respective parties in the morning, playing together and posing for adorable photos in the afternoon. I worked a nine hour shift. We all ate entirely too much baked goods. The end.
Z, you complete me. I don’t need a ‘holiday’ to remind me how lucky I am to have a man like him. Every day of the year I feel loved and valued. My only complaint is that I haven’t seen you in eight days [cue Beatles music]. From this point forward every spare cent we have goes into our cohabitation fund. The honeymoon’s over– it’s time to get serious about our future plans. And the plan involves a place of our own.
Adam came home with a bag of valentines from the other kids in his kindergarten class. Hats off to the dude who picked Star Wars cards. It doesn’t get much cooler than a mini glow stick doubling as a light saber. Virtually everyone opted for the traditional tear off card which don’t leave much room for personalization. However, a very special girl wrote “we are buddy” in the top left hand corner of his valentine. More on this later….
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,