It never mattered before.
It’s always been a stupid holiday for stupid people in love, it was never for me. I never had a boyfriend on Valentines Day or even a date. I was never anyone’s Valentine. No pity parties allowed because never receiving a gift means never having to buy one. My glass is always half full- with booze of course.
Being forever alone wasn’t THAT bad.
My Mom bought me gifts as a child but that doesn’t count. It’s like taking your cousin to a dance. No one may know you’re cousins but you know and it’s enough to make you feel like a loser.
My Mother has always been an amazing gift giver. Every present from her is perfect, it’s exactly what you never knew you wanted, and you have no idea how you ever lived without it. I loved her gifts but yearned for more from the boys at school.
By the time middle school rolled around other girls were getting gifts from their boyfriends. Small boxes of chocolates, cards, balloons and some were even lucky to get stuffed animals. But that wasn’t me.
Even in high school I didn’t have many boyfriends. There were more friends who were boys than there were boyfriends. I wasn’t a complete loser but I never had a guy lined up on Valentine’s Day.
My ex-husband bought me a gift once. I can’t remember what it was so therefore it doesn’t count. The gift was overshadowed by him spending the previous night at a strip club in Tijuana. I was infuriated that my gift may have been accompanied by herpes. In lieu of the events leading up to the present exchange, his gift is irrelevant. In fact, let’s just consider the whole marriage null and void.
One disappointment after another.
But it all changed for me in 2009.
That was my first Valentines Day with Brandon. Jaelyn was 14 months old and I had been dating Brandon for about 9 months.
We lived together, we worked together, we had the same days off, so we spent all our time together. Love was in the air.
Brandon could have given me the prize out of a Cracker Jack box and I wouldn’t have cared. My expectations of the holiday were at an all time low. I braced myself for the worst.
But It’s still one of my most favorite holidays we’ve spent together.
Brandon gave me flowers. The roses were hot pink with veins showing through on each petal giving them a zebra print pattern. I walked by similar roses a millions times in the stores and commented on the pattern. The hot pink flowers were always my favorite.
Brandon listened to me.
The chocolate was in a frilly red heart. Ferrero Rocher a personal favorite. What’s not to love about a delicious little ball of chocolate filled with a wafer, creamy chocolate and a hazelnut? They melt in your mouth with just the right amount of crunch. Its amazing.
Brandon gets my love for hazelnuts.
The card was sweet. His personal message on the inside brought tears to my eyes. Such sweet and innocent words from a man declaring his undying love for me. No one had ever wrote sweet words to me and about me before. My heart smiled for days.
Brandon knew what I needed to hear.
The actual gift was perfect. A pair of white gold open heart earrings from Kay Jewelers. I had been admiring them on the commercial for months. I love everything the Open Hearts Collection stands for.
“If you leave your heart open, love will always find a way in.”
Brandon understands how important sayings like that are to me.
It wasn’t the gifts that meant so much to me. It was the meaning behind each one. They all held special place in my heart because of the hope they carried. Hope that I found someone who understands me, listens to me and wants to give me everything I want.
Brandon gave me hope, hope of a sweet forever spent together.
That year started a tradition. We ordered a pizza and watched a movie because that’s the kind of people we are. Neither of us need a fancy restaurant or expensive gifts, we just need each other.
We have spent every Valentines Day since, eating pizza and cuddled up on the couch watching whatever movie sounds good that particular night.
On that Valentine’s Day in 2009 I knew every year for the rest of my life I needed to be his Valentine.
I need to know someone understands me, listens to me and loves me- besides my Mom.
It never mattered before but it matters now because I’m one of those people who are stupid in love.