Happy Valentine's Day!

Last year at this time I was hopelessly single and celebrating a different kind of Valentine's Day. I had plenty of things to be thankful for - plenty of love and the day itself was warm and bright - but no boyfriend to share it with. I won't lie, I was bitter then. Aren't all single girls just a tiny bit bitter on Valentine's Day. I think we're supposed to be.

This year - just slightly less than eleven months from our one year anniversary - I celebrated today with The Boy. Not only is this the ominously red day of hearts and flowers, it is the day that my husband to be was born. If he had been here I would have doubled my traditional V-day hearts and dinner with a cake (though likely not a red one) and probably some kind of day long present-giving event. I would have planned a party for him for the weekend, and forced him to pick one thing he was dying to do and go do it with him. I would have woken him up singing happy birthday in his ear and brought the cat in wearing a homemade paper birthday hat.

However, there is that minor inconvenience of THE ATLANTIC OCEAN (add six hours) and so I was forced to pair it down a bit. (Ahem, the minor element of still being unemployed likely played here as well.) I did wake him up singing him happy birthday but it was at six twenty because I couldn't stay up any later to hold of calling him. I scheduled his e-card to be sent so that he would receive it when he got to work because I knew I would be sleeping. I mailed his card late. ....That had nothing to do with distance though. I just suck at sending cards and gifts on time. ...His birthday present was made in digital.

Regardless the day was special. He has a Facecrack wall of people to show him he is loved. I received a perfectly timed Valentine in the mail, and I put on make-up our interweb date later in the afternoon. The only thing missing were the real life hugs.

In the meantime, I was spoiled (as I often am) by my sister's family celebration. There were pink waffles in the morning and chicken parmesan was for dinner. The girls dressed in pink and I demanded extra hugs from they and their brother which were willingly given up. The sun shone and the thermometer made the fifty degree mark.

I and the Boy aren't so worried about this Valentine's Birthday, though. We can probably make up for it sometime in the rest of our lives.

Only twenty-seven days until he is here. We will undoubtedly celebrate then, too.