When I think about Valentine’s Day, I think about sitting in my friend Jacqui’s bed during our Sophmore year of college. The house she was living in hadn’t seen an insulation or window update in half a century and the only way to stay warm was to chat whilst under the covers. We sat there for hours — talking, eating puppy chow and becoming the very best of friends. It’s one of my favorite memories of our friendship.
Christian and I stayed up way too late last night just talking. For some reason all of my profound thoughts and questions pop up right as we’re getting into bed (does this happen to anyone else?). Much the dismay of his sleep cycle, each and every time one surfaces we end up huddled under the covers with the puppies debating the intricacies of dating or life or whatever it may be. I do, love those moments.
Have a glass of wine, get a smooch from your love, giggle with your girlfriends, eat Hershey’s kisses and most of all smile. Happy Valentine’s Day.