Happy Valentine’s Day. It’s not a holiday or celebrated day here – just any other day. We don’t get the candy conversation hearts or heart shaped boxes with chocolates or roses delivered.
I remember when David and I were dating he would have roses sent to my place of work and take me out for dinner. I would buy the conversation hearts that he enjoys and we would lovingly gaze at one another.
After children were added to our fold, I started buying Papa Murphy’s heart-shaped pepperoni pizza and would wait for David’s phone call that he was headed home from work. I would pop it in the oven to time it so when he walked in the door, the pizza would be ready. I would still purchase the conversation hearts – they became dessert.