you read it right. or did you read it right?
"a velentine tale"
by vawentine gewl.
i'm vawentine gewl.
i told the boys when i first started nannying for them that i was valentine girl one random day while we were playing outside. and they believed me.
but they did believe me --- so i went with it.
so every year around this time, i can see it in their eyes, the wonder and anticipation of "wonder if she will wear her cupid costume" this year look. pretty much, i rival santa in their excitement, this year they have become a little more sceptical in their sixth year of maturity, so it's up to me to convince their sister that i am in fact vawentine gewl so the gift goes on...
so let me tell you a tale. a tale about love, since i am valentines girl and all. and love doesn't disappoint, so not only will i tell you a tale, it will be of the true kind and it will be really good. you might even find yourself saying near the end of this tale "that was a weally weally good stowy!" because that's response i get with little bit and i am getting accustomed to all the fame that comes with a good tale, so get your hot chocolate with a little extra love in it and let's dive right in.
so i had never had a valentine until i met brad. there was no love in my life ever. no holidays, nothing. i had liked some guys and kinda played around in the dating department but had always really felt in my heart of hearts and just known that i would only give my heart to one boy. so that made valentines day just another day for me, but i have always loved the day. and trust me all you #singleawarenessday girls and boys out there, i feel your pain. because i have had thirty two years of those days. but still, everytime valentines rolled around, it was still fun to me. i have no idea why or what i did to make it such a blast but i never remember being bummed. my life was full and i was happy.
christmas was always the harder holiday for me, when i would feel most alone.
back to valentines, i'm not santa, i almost forgot.
then i met brad. march, almost three years ago. dang it. and from march until the next february we became friends. i was in love if any one is counting. like head over hills, but because i married someone smarter than me, he knew me better than i knew myself and knew that i needed slow. and slooooow he gave me. then our valentines rolled around and we had been (cough) friends for about eleven months...and i mean, come on. this girl had NEVER had a valentine in all her live long day - so needless to say, would i get flowers? would i get a gift? anything? was all on my mind.
i lived in the smallest place ever then. like two rooms and a bathroom. like when you think of smallest place ever, i win. it was small. but i wanted to make a romantic dinner for this (cough) friend, brad. so i moved the table to the center of the room and got a white table cloth. set it for two and made a yummy dinner, bought him some treats (a way to a mans heart is through his stomach) hoping true love would grab a hold and cupid would put a spell on him.
it worked. because to this day, when i ask brad or when someone else asks brad when we started dating, he always says "valentines two years ago..." i always say, "really it was the october before that..." but if it was valentines for him, i'll take that.
and you know what else happened on that day two years ago?
all that hope i had been holding out for all my adult life...
all those nights that i was lonely...
all those valentines that passed me by...
when brad walked in, he had a dozen roses and a dvd of my favorite movie.
and what that said was, "i listen. i hear you when you talk to me."
and then, the rest, as they say...