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When I was little, it was so much fun to get the tiny valentine's gift and candy hearts that my parents traditionally gave. I loved to eat just one tiny heart every now and then in order to eek it out as long as I could - NOT unlike Charlie in the story of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory . But very much UNlike Charlie, I had to guard mine from siblings who had eaten their box of candy hearts immediately upon arrival and who were now lurking around my room in attempt to spy out my candy hiding place. They usually gave up around the six month mark of their steak out.
Valentine's day was filled with overwhelming potential when I was a hormonal adolescent. Even though I never had a boyfriend on that specific holiday during that stage of my life-- that's why I said "filled with overwhelming POTENTIAL".
Okay, moving on. Fast forwarding past several different lifetimes, personas, internal/external failures/successes and parachute pants, we come to current day... I still love it. Actually I love it even more! I have a husband (the same one) and kids to share it with now. Sure, it helps that my kids are precious, sweet, kind, loving, caring and down right strikingly beautiful children. And that my husband, after the many years we've been together, continues to age to perfection, is majorly fun-loving, has the muscular build most men only dream of, a smooth deep voice and looks good in stubble.
It's a hard life, ladies, but somebody has to live it.