Twas the night before Valentines

Twas the night before Valentines, and all through the house...
Who am I kidding.....Valentine's Day is just another commercial, money-making rip off a day, is it not?

So I would like to say yes. And say that Valentine's Day means nothing. However, maybe it is conditioning. Maybe it is from years of subliminal advertising soaking into my brain. But I would like to say that the sentimentality behind the day is beautiful. That the idea of going out of your way to tell somebody how you feel about them is amazing, and special. For both the giver and the recipient. 

For years I have not had a partner over this time of year, but I gave co-workers, my children, my friends, small gestures, and little gifts to tell them how much I love them.

However, this year, the whole ball park has changed. The field has been evened and the bats streamlined. This year, I have a Valentines. I have a beautiful amazing fantastic wonderful man to spoil and to love and to remind just how much he is treasured and appreciated. Because he is. 

He has lowered my walls, breached my fortress, and stormed my bastille. And I am his. His alone and his in totality. What did I buy? The most corniest items I could find - plastic roses, huge cards, heart shaped simply everything. What are we doing? Movies and a dinner. Because it is our first Valentines Day together and kitch as it may seem, or corny as it may come across, we are going to have a Typical Date night. We will feed each other popcorn, and hold hands and snog in the movie house.

I will stare into his eyes and he will play footsie footsie under the table. I will give him a goodnight kiss before he leaves me to go home. And I will lie in my bed with little cupids flying around my head.

And thats okay. In fact its more than okay. It is exciting and it is wonderful and I cannot wait.

Twas, after all, the night before Valentines Day <3