Feast of Saint Valentine

February 14, 2014 § 2 Comments

Processed with VSCOcam with c1 presetSomething I don’t understand is the gang-up on Valentine’s Day. Maybe I’m just surrounded by people in their twenties, eye rolling and mumbling whatevers under their breath, but for the most part (single or not) Valentines Day has always been a reminder of all the different kinds of love I see all around me. How could you roll your eyes at that? What’s up with that? What’s up with that?

Maybe I just got lucky, but I feel lucky every single time this month rolls around. Since I was a girl, I have been showered with sweetness on February 14th. The majority of said sweetness received has been far from romantic. Sure there were small steps toward chivalry- like when the cutest boy at Springfield Elementary came into the building baring a giant teddy bear with my name on it (Figuratively. Although my name embroidered would have been special, too.) or when someone gave me a bunch of unripe bananas (the only way to eat them) and both were enough to make the holiday worth celebrating on subsequent, lonelier years. Years where I found myself sitting on my bedroom floor, making myself sick with chocolate and playing Nintendo 64 (which I’m pretty sure happened like, three years in a row). Or the time I spent the entire day crying to my mom after seeing my “first love” give someone else the love I wanted to throw on him or beat into him using a baseball bat. Love does that to people. Truth is, I had had hundreds of loves by the time I met someone of the opposite sex who’d hold my hand or teach me how to be interested in shared things.

Real love, I’d learn (Who am I kidding? Am still learning.) is the kind that shows up on less charming months, that is exists and it is too big to dwell on one day that just happens to be internationally recognized.

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Excuse to buy yourself a bouquet. JK no excuse necessary.

Regardless, it’s nice to have an excuse to send people packages and handwritten letters. Which is why this year, I’m especially grateful.  Grateful for a family whose love never stops showing up in boxes on my door step from the other side of the country (thanks Auntie Lisa) or in my text message inbox. Grateful for the girls I know who go the extra mile to make others feel loved, always (in Clemson, in Columbia, in Charleston, in Charlotte, in Raleigh (ok just Marissa in Raleigh, but still). Grateful for a florist at the end of my street whose flowers are being sent out right now to unexpected girlfriends and wives and daughters. Grateful for a relationship that sprang up during a not so great time about a year ago and proved itself to be lasting- a relationship that is the best kind of exhausting and teaches me big and small things (i.e., how to make distance work or how to stay up until 3am & then have a good attitude carrying equipment to the car). Grateful that the older I get, the more I love and love and love.

So whatever it is that you do love- whether that’s a person, a pet, a pair of shoes, so be it- love the shit out of it. Think about it on a daily basis and forget everything else.

-E (aka Cupid’s #1 Fan)

Paternal grandparents love

Paternal grandparents love

maternal Grandparents love

Maternal Grandparents love

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R&R

R&R

B&K cred: Revival Photography

B&K
cred: Revival Photography

why not just A

why not just A

TJB&C

TJB&C

V&K

V&K

cred: Revival Photography

cred: Revival Photography

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