not a holiday i usually celebrate - valentine's day. "a hallmark holiday," i tell myself. true love should be celebrated each moment and is that not the truth?
but then i shuffle into my boudoir in flannel pants and fluffy slippers, and there on my chair i find a soft stuffed puppy and a beautiful card.
"i'm glad you're mine" it says on the front. with a sparkly arrow hitting a heart-shaped target and inside it says
"i never thought there'd be
anyone like you out there for me.
but here you are.
amazing.
i don't think anyone can plan
something this good.
either it happens or it doesn't
and i'm glad it did."
and then he writes
"happy valentine's day
baby cakes, i love you!"
and so i rush to the truffel shop and order up a box of 8, which i would have done anyway, but now i can't wait to give him chocolate and savor the sweetness on his lips. my sweet valentine.
romantic dinner, tasty wine, and my lover. mmmmmm.
oh valentine, let's celebrate this holiday after all. and let's celebrate tomorrow. and forever!
love, linnie
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