Throughout high school, there were many days when I wondered if I would ever be loved by a man other than my dad. I didn’t have the highest self-esteem, though I don’t think that is particularly uncommon for a high school girl. But, I didn’t even go to my high school prom… and that hurt a bit.
12 years later, we’re here on Valentine’s Day. The day we celebrate Love.
And I have FOUR guys to call mine.
Three of which, put me at the center of their everyday existence. And one who doesn’t want to start his day without me.
And that one, just happened to be the prom king back in the day...
How’s that for irony?
So, even though my prom king husband doesn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day (before he left for work this morning, he got some paper towels down from a high shelf for me and said “There, Happy Valentine’s Day. I’ll be tall for you.”) I’ll celebrate him and the three other handsome young men who love me.
Happy Valentine’s Day!