I miss the shoebox.
Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the beautiful flowers Kory sent me.
They are gerbera daisies – which are my favorite.
It looks almost exactly like this:
And I wore my pink sweater today. And I gave Peter and Kory their valentines prizes (Soundtrack for Underworld II for Peter and the 1st season of Scrubs for Kory). I came in to work and got the little cards and candies from work people (notable exception: my friend Tanya out of NOWHERE brought me this beautiful bauble (yes, it’s a bauble) and some delicious pear-tasting chapstick called “Hot & Flashy”, which 9 kinds of cool….)
And maybe it’s because it’s been ice/sleeting all day and I’ve been listening to to tick, tick, tick on my window everytime the wind kicks up…. Maybe it’s because I’m really tired…. but I’ve been thinking today about how much I loved Valentines Day when I was a kid….
Bringing in that old shoebox and cutting a hole in the top… decorating it with pink and red and white construction paper and pipecleaners and paper doilies. Reading EACH card with anticipation and searching for that EXTRA meaning in the Batman valentine from the boy you have a crush on.
“Valentine, I go batty for you!”
WHAT?!! ME?!!! You go BATTY FOR ME?!!!!!
:::: swoon::::
The way I’d read each one to make sure I was giving the best one I could to each person. The one that would mean the most and express (yes) that little extra meaning without being, you know, OVERT about it.
“Be mine, or I’ll punch you on the playground.”
“I hope you like me because I like you and as soon as I think you like me I will never talk to you again and will whisper about you to my friends and maybe include your name when I do that fortune thing where you write MASH (mansion, apartment, shack, house) for where you will live at the top and you pick the boys names and the car you’ll drive and number of kids you’ll have and you probably don’t know what this is because only girls did it, but anyway, be my valentine”
Maybe I’ll make one next year and make people give me valentines…..
Anyway, I got a poem from my husband and Monte even called me up and wished me a Happy Valentines Day – both of which were surprising and completely sweet.
Peter and Kory are going to pick up dinner — and I bet the perfume that I’ve been wanting will be waiting for me tonight….
On second thought, keep your stupid shoebox.
I have it pretty damn good.