I can not remember what Aaron and I did last year on Valentine’s Day, nor the year before. I don’t remember one specific gift that Aaron has given me on Valentine’s day either. Besides the Valentine’s Day that we got engaged on, nothing special comes to mind about Aaron when I think of Valentine’s Day.
When I think of Valentine’s Day I think of a specific person each year and I don’t think this will ever change. Even after six years of marriage, Valentine’s Day is always a day that I think of my dad. For as long as I remember my dad would always leave a gift for myself, my brother and my mom downstairs waiting for us for Valentine’s. He would have probably already left for work, but there would always be something there for me. It would always include a card, and maybe a stuffed animal or chocolate, or a flower. He always did that. That made me feel so special and it is forever a memory that I will cherish.
As I grew older, the gifts didn’t stop. After my first two years of college I moved home and lived there until I was married. One Valentine’s Day I woke up went downstairs to find that there was NO gift from my dad. I called him and was a little upset and he said that he thought I was too old now and wouldn’t care. I told him that I did care and LOVED that about Valentine’s Day. I don’t think you are ever too old for a special Valentine from your dad.
Although I am married to the man of my dreams, mother to two amazing boys, and live about 14 hours away I still look forward to that phone call on Valentine’s and always think of this way that my daddy made me feel special growing up.