I hope you are enjoying lots of candy, plenty of chocolate, and tons of flowers and jewerly, or if you are like me, just enjoying the sounds of delighted child playing with her Valentine balloon that her daddy brought her!
Ah... Valentine's Day - the sweetness, the sappiness, the fervour with which we agonize over the perfect card for that special someone. It really is fun, isn't it? As I scanned the local card shelves this past week, I was reminded of the Valentine's of my past - they have all been interesting and exciting. So interesting and "exciting" that I felt the need to share them with you as a sort of retrospective of my Valentine Day memory bag - a Take You Back Thursday of the Red, Pink and White Kind!
- My first Valentines, of course, came from my sweet parents - there was always some special treat and a small trinket or two waiting on me at the breakfast table on Valentine's Day - always - even until I got myself married off - I still miss that.
- In Junior High - two boys had crushes on me - now, you would think that fact alone would have thrilled me - but unfortunately, these two boys were the geeks of the class and the last thing I wanted was for either of them to give me a valentine -- but, lucky me, I got one from each of them. I believe one was a Hallmark card - no doubt bought with two weeks worth of allowance and agonized over by the adolescent boy - but it caused me tremendous pain and humiliation. The second lovely valentine, also accompanied by a ridiculously dramatic "to my love" card was a set of ponytail holders!! Now, looking back, I realize that this was a very thoughtful Valentine gift - I did wear a lot of ponytails back then, so it was practical and because of the bejeweled plastic balls on the ends (sure to clack together in such a sweet, melodic way) I guess it could have been considered jewerly as well. And it goes without mentioning that this boy bought a card AND a gift - so he was obviously the more wealthier of the two - allowance wise. Perhaps junior high Bev should have been a bit more tolerant - but I was most humiliated and my girlfriends laughed and I hid both those Valentines very quickly! This boy is probably a millionare and showering his wife with diamonds this morning - oh well! So much for my "love radar!!"
- The year I had my first boyfriend, our church planned a Valentine's pary for the youth. We were all excited and naturally, I was thrilled to be 15 and going to a party -- with a BOY! Of course, luck is always on my side and the night before the banquet this particular boy, who shall be nameless - Tracy D. - went and wrestled with his dad and got his leg broken! So, Valentines came and I went to the party - dateless. But he did get me a cute card -- oh well!
- There was also the Valentines Banquet in 1984, when I was boyfriendless and a nice boy who was truly a good friend, asked me to go as his date. I accepted, I mean after all, my ex-boyfriend was going (see above - broken leg boy) and this year he was bringing his new girlfriend - there was no way I was not going and showing everyone what a mistake he had made - HA! Now, of course, in between the accepting of the date and the actual party date - I did have a date with a guy and fell head over heels in high school love! But, I kept my date with my friend and went to the party - I was miserably sad not to be "with my love" on Valentines but I managed to make it through the party - and except for the fact that I spilled mashed potatoes on my dress and gave the new girlfriend of my old boyfriend a big laugh -- it was a delightful evening. As you may can tell, Valentines have not been all that great for me.
- I am sure there were lots of other humiliating days of Valentine joy in my past - I think I have tried to block them away. There were many awful days in high school where you could buy carnations and send to people at school, courtesy of the Key Club or the Anchor Club - and you would sit all day, just hoping someone or some ones would send you a flower - usually I got one or two from good girlfriends - we would always send each other one so that none of us would be seen leaving the school at the end of the day - flowerless. Gosh, I miss high school - HA !
But this morning, I cannot complain one bit - my sweetie brought me a dozen beautiful roses and a card that expressed him better than anything he has ever given me. He finally has figured me out after seventeen years. I am so happy to have him for a Valentine!
Well, that is some of my Valentine history -- hope you enjoyed the comedy at my expense! So, do you have a funny Valentine tale to tell. If you do, please leave me a comment or email - I would love to share the misery!
Happy Valentines!!
Beverly
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