I don't have a problem with Valentine's Day.
Sometimes I think that maybe I should. That maybe it should make me angry. That a little anger towards this silly little holiday would prove that I have some fight in me. That I care enough to want this to be different. (As clearly my inability to join Match indicates otherwise.)
But I don't have a problem with Valentine's Day.
I have a lot of love in my life.
Not romantic love, maybe. But it is love and I cherish it.
I have a hard time turning my nose up at love. Any kind of love.
That's why I'm babysitting Baby A tonight. Because I love his parents and I want them to have a night out together. Because a few hours alone with that sweet baby will be all the love a girl needs on Valentine's Day. Because I know that my grandma baked me cookies. And that my mom has wrapped me up a little present in red tissue paper. There is love all around me and it might not come with a dozen roses, but it is love all the same.
I baked and mailed The Coach a batch of cookies. I shouldn't have, I'm sure it was breaking all sorts of rules and logic but I did it anyway. Because he likes sugar cookies and I made dozens. Because I miss him even though it's been hardly a week since I last saw him. Because he's been having a hard time. Because it's Valentine's Day and I don't have a problem with Valentine's Day.
It's more likely that I lose my leg in a freak accident with an alligator today than he does anything for me other than call, just so we're clear.
I didn't send cookies with the hope of reciprocation, just so we're clearer.
I did it because I wanted to. Because I don't have a problem with Valentine's Day.
Because I like to have an excuse to show that I care.
That's why I bought my mom a couple of books. Why I left my coworker cookies on her desk. Why I'm babysitting for Baby A tonight. Why I mailed Lacey cookies. And why I shipped The Coach cookies, too.
Because I care.
Because it's Valentine's Day.
(What did you guys do just because it's Valentine's Day? Share, please!)