When I was growing up, my parents (or lets be honest, my mom) would always make us something special for Valentines Day, and leave it on our doorstep "knock and run" style in the evening of the big day. Once I was old enough to realize that, I would wait in happy anticipation for that event, pleased to have the conversation hearts and cheesy valentines from my friends and classmates, but knowing that the big event of the day was still to come. They never disappointed. There was always something special and sweet--usually candy of some kind, but "special splurg-y" candy--the kind that we didn't usually have during the rest of the year. And, there was always a note or letter from my parents, telling me the things that they loved about me, the things that I did or was that made them proud of me, and just how much they loved me. To say that I felt special on Valentines night is an understatement to say the least.
So, I was kind of excited for Valentine's this year. It was the first year that
As Heather was wrapping the box for Eric, something seemed to click in her mind, and she ran upstairs where I was getting dressed to ask me anxiously if I would please cut a heart out of paper for her. So, I did. Ten minutes later, I was presented with this:
My first Valentine of the Day, and the first Valentine Heather had ever made. Naturally I just love it.
When evening came, just as we were wrapping up our supper of I-don't-even-remember-what, I snuck to the front door, leaving a mysterious bundle of gold lame clutch purse (that I had traded a pair of gloves for, etsy style) filled with a little candy, a few pencils, and an amazing $1 ring that sparkled when you pressed a certain button. I quietly opened the (very squeaky) door, set the bundle on the doorstep, rang the doorbell, quickly shut the door again, and bounded over to the couch where I sat down and innocently waited for Heather to come answer the door.
|Not to divulge any mysteries or anything, but this secret admirer's initals just might be A.M.Y., and she might live just a few doors up from us.|
Her reaction was priceless, from the shock and confusion as to how Dad and I managed to magically get her present to the doorstep and ring the doorbell, to her complete joy at the purse, the ring, and the candy, to her exclamation that "These presents are the best that I could ever hope for!"
|. . . and here's the second page. Just in case it wasn't clear from the first page which "Heather" we were talking about.|
It was a great day, and a great season leading up to it. All in all, it was a day filled with love, which unsurprisingly, and very un-uniquely is absolutely my very favorite kind of day to have.