I know today is polarizing. I hated it for many years, and wore black.
Okay, so I wore black a lot anyway. I just made sure to make a point that I was wearing black on Valentine’s Day.
And then Dan took the sting out of the day for me a little bit.
Much like Halloween, a holiday I am not fond of celebrating as an adult, I now enjoy celebrating Valentine’s Day again, especially with my family. And we celebrate simply, mind you, not extravagantly.
If Dan wants to give me diamond earrings, he knows when my birthday is. Ahem.
Valentine’s Day falls at a weird time for us, which is another reason for the simplicity. We have November, December, and January birthdays (two of those last, ahem), plus Christmas is thrown in there, and then Dan’s birthday is in another month.
This morning, my kids opened cards and little gifts wrapped in red paper (lip gloss and socks with heart patterns for the girls, board books for the boy). In their classrooms, they gave out little gift bags with teeny toys and a candy treat. My girls bought Dan an Angry Birds t-shirt and bought me… a pair of shoes.
Yeah, so, my children bought me shoes. These shoes, only in hot pink. Because when we were shopping in Target, we walked past them, and I exclaimed over them.
I mean, they’re hot, right?
Of course, now I need a dress and some accessories to go with them. I hope my husband’s buying me a shopping spree.
Do you celebrate Valentine’s Day, or wear black? What the heck am I going to wear with those shoes?