Valentines Day. I wish I could be back at Eastgate.

I don't think I will ever enjoy Valentines Day like I did when I was in Elementary School. I loved the party, with the homemade treats. Making various Valentine holders. The excitement of what I was going to get or give.

I always picked out each valentine for each kid in my class. If there was a boy I thought was cute, he got the most romantic one. Usually, it would profess my adoration or something. When I got older, it was the thing to hand pick the candy hearts for people. What you sent was a direct representation of your secret twitterpation.

I made extra cards one year. I knew that there was a boy that some kids would skip. They thought he was weird, or dumb, or smelled funny, they just didn't like him. I brought extra for that occasion. I would drop more than one valentine into his pouch. If I was passing out candy, I would give him more. I think I might of even given him some of my own stuff. I just remember my heart would break if/when the teacher would chastise the class for not giving things to all the kids. The year before, he was in my class. I remember he cried when we were all done. He got maybe 10 valentines. After the teacher scolded the class, most of us got up and brought him something. I was determined to make it better the next year, if he was in my class that is.

These are all vivid, cherished memories. I really miss those days sometimes. I hated school, but those days when we celebrated the holidays would make the year slightly tolerable.

Now my girls are getting to experience the fun of Valentines Day. To my surprise, Lindsay wants to give a "special" treat to a boy in her class this year. She's going to bring him a heart lollypop. I asked her if he liked her, fully expecting to hear, "MOOOoooOM!". She quickly said yes, followed by a giggle. I asked her how she knew. Lindsay replied, " He told me at reccess. He asked me to be his girlfriend. I said no Mom, I told him i couldn't have boyfriend for a long time." Jeff heard this conversation and of course had to put in his, " Do I need to have a talk with this boy?" Lindsay thought that was soooo funny.

This is Abbey's last year of handing out valentines. She is a bit sad, but she thinks she's ready to grow up....NOOOOOOOOO!

I am getting them ready as I write this. We got up an hour earlier. Today, hair will be curled, nails will be painted pink and red, and fruity body spray will be applied. It's a special day. Tomorrow will be even better. That's when we have our family date.

Happy Valentines Day!

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