Valentine's Day.

I. Hate. Valentine's Day.
Lets just put it out there. I am not a fan. It's pretty, I suppose, with all the overpriced bouquets of roses and tulips and candy hearts with pink and white everywhere. I think that it is HIGHLY overrated. First of all, I have an incredible imagination. Whatever amazing, fabulous, romantic and sweet evening you have planned for us on Valentine's Day- it will pale in comparison to the fairy tale evening that is in my head. You cannot win. And quite frankly, my dear, handsome husband knows this and doesn't try. We have agreed that we will not celebrate this made-up holiday. When Jeff and I first started dating I told him that if a guy were ever to buy me a diamond heart pendant (or worse, the pendant around the neck of a teddy bear) that I would throw it off a balcony screaming, "You don't even know me at all!!"
So, after many years together...we just don't celebrate.
Something changed this year. Valentine's Day seemed a little more sweet, a little more adorable,and even a little bit more meaningful. I can only attribute this change in heart (pun intended) to our sweet little Ella Marie. Not that she has any idea what is happening on February 14th, but my intense and complete love for her makes me want to celebrate the day. I have a strong desire to arrange pink flowers in the vases, place candy hearts on the table and make cute little cards telling my family how much they mean to me. Maybe next year when Ella can enjoy the pomp and circumstance of the holiday, I will give in to Hallmark. Who knows, maybe next year I will be leaving hints for Jeff to get me the latest heart pendant from the jewler.
I am kind of getting excited about next year already....must go shop while everything is 80% off....