In case you’ve been held up in some monastery for a while, yesterday was Valentine’s Day.
I realize that MOST of you have not been held up in a monastery, so the likelihood that you didn’t know yesterday was Valentine’s Day is slim to none.
Still. I felt the need to inform those who may or may not be held up in a monastery. Because who knows? Maybe a monk reads my stuff?
Anyway, I have to tell you all that I’m not a fan of Valentine’s Day. Just not a fan.
Usually Lazy Dad and I don’t even celebrate it. Although I think that he thinks that I’m playing a trick on him or something, so to be on the safe side he usually does get me some tulips. You know, just to cover the bases. In case I’m tricking him or something.
But I’m not.
I just don’t feel the need to celebrate our love along with everyone else in the country that day. I’d rather us celebrate it on a day when it’s not expected. It means more then.
Plus, Valentine’s Day gives me weird flash backs to High School days and the insane amount of awkwardness this day brings to a bunch of teens trying to impress girlfriends/boyfriends… or the lack there of. *shudder*
Despite all of that though, this year we did the most Valentine’s Day celebrating we’ve ever done in the history of our 10 years of marriage.
It started Friday afternoon. I was just minding my own little business when I saw this tweet on my screen.
I was in shock! I was surprised! I was wondering if he knew he accidentally typed that and hit send.
But it was true! He did surprise me with a 24 hour getaway! And even though I wasn’t so thrilled with the idea of “heading north,” I packed my electric blanket and off we went. But not before there was a delivery to the front door.
Tulips! What a guy.
By the way, sometime y’all remind me to tell you how much I love tulips and how every spring I make plans to plant tulips in the fall so I can have some grow up in my own yard. And how every fall I never plant any.
It’s a great story that you simply must hear.
Oh wait. I guess you just did hear it. Never mind.
So yesterday rolls around. It’s the big V-day. The kids have been sent to school armed and ready with gobs of Valentine Day cards. And I have to pull off some sort of Valentine’s Day party for my 6 year old’s 1st grade class.
Cause I’m the room mom.
Which cracks me up to no end.
Now at the Christmas party Lazy Dad came and helped me. Because he’s the “game guy.” Years of being a Children’s Pastor before you become a Lead Pastor will do that to you.
But this time he couldn’t make it. Which I anticipated might be a downer for some of the kids. So to “jazz” it up a little I decided to make some games of my own. Like “Name Bingo.” But as I started making it I realized that if they all had the same sheet they would all win at the same time. And since making more sheets involved too much effort and thinking I just completely scratched that idea.
No, instead we played a rousing game of Hang Man and Tic-Tac-Toe.
It was pitiful.
But at least I got to use the teacher’s overhead! I acted like a blubbering fool over being able to use it too.
Again, it was pitiful.
But the true highlight of the party, and I mean it, it made my day, was when a little girl raised her hand and asked me in her best little Northern non-accent voice, “Why do you talk like a cowgirl?”
I replied, “Because I’m from Texas.”
So the boy next to her asked, “So is your daughter from Texas?”
“But how can YOU be from Texas and your daughter NOT be from Texas?”
“Because I was born in Texas and she was born up here.”
In hindsight I should have said to him, “Because I was born in God’s country and she, well, you know…”
Okay, this post has gone on long enough. Especially considering I’m not even a fan of the holiday this whole post involves.
But before I go, I just have to show you the e-cards I sent to Lazy Dad yesterday.
They make me tee-hee. And you all know how I like to tee-hee. So here’s to some tee-heeing.
(I have no idea what I’m saying.)
The first one I sent him was one where he stars as my righteous babe.
Then I was feeling a little Shakespearean so he became, Romeo, Oh, Romeo!
And then I don’t know what happened, but I just couldn’t help myself. So I made this one too… A little FROmance.
I promise the rest of the week to write short posts. Promise!
So, how was your Valentine’s Day?