"Wuv...twoooo wuv........mowage!"

There are some who completely despise Valentine's Day, and there are others who anticipate and dream about it for weeks. For some it is a difficult holiday because there is no "significant" other to celebrate it with. Some have lost a loved one recently or have just broken up from a relationship, while others are leaping with joy because they were given their first rose or perhaps received a really BIG kiss! I can understand why others also feel inadequate on this day because they cannot show enough love for their spouse, mother, father, grandmother, son, daughter, brother, sister, caregiver, friend, you name it. It can be a bitter sweet holiday for many and I can see that. HOWEVER, it is all about how you look at it.

True, it can be pretty depressing to not have a lover to share this day with, but I know for a fact that everybody loves SOMEBODY. Instead of dwelling and moping about the hatred and frustration you feel about Valentine's Day.... maybe try to think about those who are most close to you that you love. I've had to shift my way of thinking on this very subject because I used to resent this holiday a bit.....

I never had a boyfriend growing up in high school and honestly, I never really felt pretty enough for anyone to think about giving me a true Valentine or even like me. It was also hard to see my two sisters receiving Valentine treats and gifts, when I didn't get anything. (Not to mention my sister was in JR.HIGH when she got her first lovey dovey lozness). To add to my jealousy, my two brothers had their own little girlies in which they bought a rose or a card for etc... Then I would come home from school and there sat a beautiful, large bouquet of flowers from my Dad to my Mom and the two of them would kiss in the kitchen. I just wished I could be a part of it sometimes. I always secretly wished that someone would like me and send me a rose or something cute like everyone else.

I had most of these feelings while growing up, but I realized that I needed to look at it in a different way. Valentine's Day is ultimately a celebration of LOVE in general. I believe there are four kinds of love: Romantic Love (which you share with the one you're attracted to) Family Love (a very close relationship and love with those you live with throughout your life; more deep than a friendship love) Friend Love (the way you love your friends and care about their happiness and well being; not quite as strong as family love) and ultimately, Our Savior's Love. Of course, this kind of love is the only one that is perfect--the only one that lacks words to describe it. The love our Savior has for us, and the love we should give Him in return, is the most important. I feel that before we can truly learn to love others we must first come to love Him. He will teach us HOW to love those we come in contact with in our lives.

So, no matter which category you fit into--whether you love it or hate it--I think this holiday is a wonderful excuse for all of us to think about those we love; whoever it may be. These two men/males/boys are the closest people in my life right now and I hope they each know how much I really do love them!

I made the mistake of telling Ethan that I wasn't a "flower girl" while we were dating. He had given me flowers for the first time in Feb of 2007 for Valentine's Day before we were even that serious. It actually took me by surprise when he had decorated my room with a bubble machine, flowers, and a picture of him in a frame ha-ha. I realized that he must really like me :) FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, SOMEBODY REALLY LIKED ME AND THOUGHT I WAS WORTH A DOZEN ROSES! I was truly flattered, but somehow later on in our relationship, I told him I wasn't a flower girl. Bad mistake. I didn't receive any flowers since I had said that until this year. I secretly told some of my friends that all I wanted from Ethan this year (to know that he loved me) was a simple flower. This was all I wanted. I don't know why? They just shrivel and die after a few days anyway. Despite that fact, that was all I hoped for. (Probably bad of me to expect something. Oh dear)

Anyway, on Friday when Ethan came home, he entered the same way he always does and he greeted me the same way he always does. I was on the bed with Wyatt and in the other room. Ethan mentioned nothing about a surprise on the table or anything and just acted like nothing was different, and so did I. A couple minutes later when I turned the corner to go into the kitchen . . . there sat the most beautiful arrangement of flowers on our kitchen table. I froze. All I could do was stare at them. Ethan was in the same room playing with Wyatt and acting like nothing was going on. I stared for a good minute before Ethan looked up at me with a proud smile and realized that I was crying. Happiness and love filled my entire body and the only way it could escape at the time was through my tears. I stood there and gathered myself together so I could say, "Y y you got me fff ff fflowers!"
That was pretty much all I could say at the time, but when I had settled down I made sure to plaster him with kisses galore! *wink*

Thanks Eefie

p.s. I think I am a flower girl now :)