Happy Valentine's Day

Excuse me ma’am…Oops my bad, I’m sorry…..I’m just gonna slide right past you. This is all I heard yesterday while in Walmart. It was like Cupid threw up hearts and they landed everywhere. All these love-struck people were putting me in somewhat of an irritable mood. Part of me was excited because I was actually buying a gifts for my Valentine but the other part of me was a little sad because my Valentine didn’t have the means to buy me an extravagant gift because…..My son is only 7.

Today’s Valentine’s Day and I woke up thinking about the fact that I haven’t been in a relationship on this day since I was like 16. I head into my sons’ room to wake him for the day and I suddenly shake off all the negative energy and get excited about our dinner date tonight. As soon as he opens his eyes, he tells me Happy Valentines Day and I think he got just as excited as I was. I give him the biggest bear hug and shower him in kisses.

I can’t deny the fact that it would’ve been nice to have some flowers in my car when I got in it this morning or some cheesy hand-written note on the counter when I went downstairs. None of that was there so I took the liberty to write myself my own note. I wrote myself a note reminding myself of how much I LOVE ME. I told myself that I was beautiful, strong, funny, smart yet goofy and that I was just amazing. This made me smile. I took a little extra time on my makeup this morning and I feel beautiful today. Tonight I look forward to spending time with my son and hearing about his day as we indulge ourselves in a ton of carbs 😊 HAPPY VALENTINES DAY LOVERS!

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