I remember in elementary school we used to tell people Happy VD on Valentine's Day and think we were so funny because we had managed to incorporate VD legitimately into a sentence. Get it, VD, Valentine's Day but also Venereal Disease! Now it is 30 years later and today at work there were a few of us who confessed to that memory and spent the rest of the day wishing each other a Happy VD, it was good silly fun.
I remember when I was first married I loved Valentine's Day. I would pick out 2 or 3 cards to give to Dana, who would make me feel abnormal for getting him more than one card, and then try to hide my disappointment when I would receive a hastily last minute chosen card or sometimes nothing at all. I had not yet learned about having no expectations and how much better things are when you only try to change your behavior and not others.
After my divorce, Valentine's Day became this holiday that I felt left out of because it was a sweetheart's holiday and I didn't have a sweetheart. I just tried to ignore it until it went away.
But in the past few years, I have come to regard Valentine's Day as a holiday of love. Imagine, a day set aside on the calendar where not only is it okay, but expected for people to express their love for one another. What a happy day. And I love a lot of people. Here are some of them:
Max, Leo, SusanLynn, Dave, Jason, Jeremy, Jamie, Jenny, Nichole, Kristina, Eraya, Eduardo, Steve, Mike, Joe, Tami, Elizabeth, Kim, Dennise, Bart, Shannon, Lou, Doug, Ray, Flo, Tracey, Therese, & Sharlene. That is just the tip of the love iceberg. And I really miss my mom and my brother, I will love them always.
So Valentine's Day is almost over but it is never too late to tell the people you love that you love them.
I will end this post the way my mom ended every phone conversation with all of us--Love'Ya Love'Ya, ByeBye!