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.
