Dear Valentine’s Day,
We don’t know each other well – strike that – we don’t know each other at all. Aside from the few brief times in elementary school we were forced to converge for the sake of the class, I’ve been nothing more than a bystander to you for 32 years. I watched everyone else partake in your love-induced debauchery while I stood alone all that time. In case you missed the memo, I’ve been single since day one and have had no chance to celebrate you properly (read more about that here). You heighten my awareness of that annually on February 14th. I question my value when you come to town because it seems like time after time I fail to prove that I am worthy of your presence. I know I’m not alone. Read more
Ah Valentine’s Day. It’s probably the most obnoxious holiday on the calendar if you’re a female because if you don’t have somebody to love, you’re sitting at home with tear soaked cheeks throwing conversation hearts at the Lifetime movie on TV. Ok, that’s a little presumptuous. Not all of us single ladies actually care about February 14.
Don’t misunderstand me. I actually love the consumerism of the holiday. I walk into CVS and see the red and pink display with heart shaped chocolates and stuffed animals and I feel overwhelmingly happy. I want to buy everything off of the shelves just for myself. I love pink, hearts, chocolate, and glitter. I love love. Will I wear red on Valentine’s Day? Absolutely! I’ll even wear my age-old heart earrings from Claire’s. Because it’s Valentine’s Day! Embrace the love! Go ahead; devour the box of Little Debbie heart shaped snack cakes. I know I did. Read more
How amazing that three small words hold such great power. I love you. They can alter endings. They can rewrite (your) history. They can brighten your day. But they are powerful words that I fear we overuse.
I love you, not to be confused with I’m in love with you, flies out of our mouths like bats from a cave. Replace “you” with another noun or verb and you have even more reasons to run scared. I plead guilty to it myself. I’ll say “I love pizza” or “I love Colorado”, but love is not the proper emotion to describe our feelings for a place or thing. Will I stop saying that? Probably not. But I am more conscious of what I say now that I’m mature enough to grasp the true emotion behind the word “love”. Read more
Yes, I would do anything for love even if that meant eating two breakfasts less than an hour apart from each other.
Last night I asked my grandmother if she would like to me to take her to lunch today. Of course she said yes. She knew I would call her in the morning with the details.
Note to self- wait until the day of to ask someone with dementia to accompany you to a meal.
This morning when I called her house after returning home from the car dealership and breakfast, my grandma’s aid said she had been dressed and ready for our outing for hours. It was only 9am. I wasn’t going to pick her up for lunch until 11:15. Read more