Oh Valentines Day… A day people either love or hate. For me… It’s one that makes a lot of memories through the years.
I remember in high school, the parade of girls called to the office to see flowers sent by their boyfriends. My first taste of the day feeling like it was more about showing off to your friends than being shown love by someone.
My first concert ever was on Valentine’s Day. Bryan White headlined in 1997 in Waco, Texas. I’m serious when I say this Valentines was a pivotal one In my life. It lead to my going to Fan Fair that year, which made me fall in love with Nashville. It lead to me meeting the people who would eventually lead me to meeting my husband.
One of the first times I ever got flowers in general was on Valentine’s Day from a guy thanking me for being his friend. He became my husband years later.
In 2006, I was struck with an abscessed tooth on Valentine’s Day. It lead to years of extensive dental work (still a work in a progress) that gave me a new smile and a new confidence I never thought I needed.
Valentine’s lands during tax season, so I’m usually in Texas. As such, it’s been five years since I spent the day with my husband. But every year he’s sent me flowers. At work. And I gotta admit… I love, love, love it.
Flying right now to Nashville and I am all kinds of excited to spend this evening with my husband. Love him with all my heart, and I can’t wait to just curl up on the couch together with Netflix and our cats.
I confess… I asked for flowers again. Because I just love getting flowers. Never thought I’d be that girl, but I am.
And yes… Yes there will be pictures. Consider it me parading to the office to see my flowers and show off to everyone else.
Perhaps we use the word “love” too freely. In the same breath, I don’t think you can love too much.
Love makes you happy. Love can break your heart. Love can put a broken heart back together again. Love is positive. Love is gentle. Love is kind.
Love life. Embrace it. Capture it. Hold on tight to it… Because as a friend of mine always says: if you love life, it’ll love you back.
Oh, that’s not to say there won’t be rough times. But if you love life, you’ll come to love those rough times, as those are the moments you learn the most. Those are the moments you grow the most. Those are the times you’ll feel the most love directed straight at you.
Love isn’t something you measure in a cup, or weigh on a scale. It’s often given and received disproportionately. It’s perfectly imperfect.
And in this year of discovery, learning and change, I’m choosing it to be my guide. Love. Love life. Love the struggle. Love each other.
I spent far longer than I care to admit trying to come up with a blog topic in which I could use the following picture.
I. Love. This. Photo.
I received this photo in an email from a Fiddle regular turned friend, Joy. I had completely forgotten she had taken it. And as soon as I saw it, I knew I wanted to use it in a blog post. A picture this awesome? It deserves to be on the blog. Right?
But I just couldn’t come up with a topic in which it really fit. And then I decided, maybe I should just feature the photo. Yeah, that sounds good. I love this photo, because when I look at it I see so many things at once.
I see a very happy couple. I see my best friend and husband. I see the way he makes me smile. I see laughter. I see happiness.
I see love.
I see a strong partnership. I see two people who have gone through a lot together, and who will face a lot together in the future. I see two people with hopes and dreams. I see two people who’ve already accomplished a lot. I see success, and I see the wisdom learned from failures. I see two people who are each other’s biggest fan.
I see we are in the bar that was such a huge part our life for as long as we have known each other. I see hours of hard work done as a total labor of love. I see a photographer, blogger, and bartender. I see a musician, bus driver, and over-all hard worker. I see two future bar owners, and new homeowners. I see two people making a life side-by-side, hand-in-hand.
I see US.
Funny how a quick, in-passing photo can say so much.