Being a Valentine

Its Valentines Day today.

My sweet Glugster always surprises me with something sweet on Valentines Day, today there were chocolates and sweeties and a card waiting for me in the kitchen. If its on a weekend, he makes me breakfast in bed, and gets me baked beans – which he hates. 🙂 I packed him a special lunchbox with goodies he likes, and sent him to work with cupcakes. 🙂
We are very lucky in that tonight we’re having dinner and a night out in a fabulous hotel – a prize I won on a radio contest – and I had all of six hours to try and find a puppy-sitter so we can use the prize!

For many years, when I was single, I boycotted V-day. My knucklehead would make cards and things and bring home chocolates from school. And my mommy & daddy darling would help my knucklehead get something special for me. But that was the only celebration I indulged.

And then I met my husband. <3

All through this morning though, I’ve been heartsore… Since we were little, my mommy and daddy darling included us in their Valentines Day plans. My dad loved to celebrate these special calendar days, as commercialised as they may be, and he would get a beautiful card, and a little gift, and take us to the shops to get little gifts from us kids for my mom. And my mom would get a beautiful card and something small for my daddy darling. And as we got older we would make tea, and breakfast in bed, and sometimes we’d make our own cards and gifts – it was never just about them.

And today, its my mommy darling’s first Valentines Day without my dad. Without her Valentine. Her only Valentine. Her only love.

Mommy darling – I wish I could come and make you breakfast in bed. I wish I could bring you a Sweetie Pie and a card. I wish I could be with you all day. I know I could never fill the space, but I love you so very much.

And I love my husband, so very much.

And I know how to love because of you mommy darling, and my daddy darling, and the love you had for each other.