Since everyone else is talking about it, I feel like I’d be remiss if I didn’t at least mention it.
Valentine’s Day is forty-seven minutes from now.
I really don’t have any strong feelings about that.
Since I’ve been 15, I’ve probably had girlfriends for half of the V-days.
I really don’t have any strong feelings about that either.
I will say that I’ve been reading lately about people complaining about how commercial the day is. And, well, fair enough. But, there are people that enjoy the day.
Some women feel like flowers aren’t nearly creative enough. Yet, there is probably a woman reading this right now that would LOVE to receive flowers from a man this year.
Some women feel like teddy bears are very much a cliche. Yet, there is probably a woman reading this right now that finds them to be ever so adorable.
If I was buying a gift(s) this year, I doubt that I’d go the flower and teddy bear route. I love trying to find that one gift. The one that makes her say, “How did you…?” The one that makes her hug you immediately. You know, the one that puts that smile on her face.
I am such a sucker for that smile.
But, I am not trying to pick out one of those gifts this year.
Instead I’ll be spending the day with a little squirt that always puts a smile on my face.
I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Plus, she thinks that I’m delightful. I do not want to do the math to figure out how many of those girlfriends since I was 15 would feel the same way. Eeeep.