What does Valentine’s Day mean to you? Flowers? Chocolate? A special dinner out?
This year it takes on a whole new meaning. Why? As a result of my relapse and changing healthy issues, I am learning to love again. So it is a day to celebrate the gift of love in my life which I sometimes take for granted
Parents – I know you are thinking of course, they love us they are our parents, right? I have learned over the years many do not have this gift. Missing my dad BUT I am blessed to be able to spend time with my momma. Through good times and bad, she loved me even when I didn’t love myself. I’m grateful for her love and support.
My Daughter – Belinda. The day she was born, I finally GOT it! The 6 months on bed rest, the struggles with her biological dad, the days of being a struggling single mom – I got it! I understood about the sacrifices a parent makes for their child no matter how it hurts. I LOVE she has grown up to be an independent, strong married woman. I admire her strength.
My hubby, Rob – a love story for the ages. When we met back in high school, he was a blond haired, guitar playing guy whose smile gave me chills. He was from Neptune and I was Ocean Township. Our schools were rivals and it didn’t take long for me to succumb to peer pressure. I was and still am a people pleaser ( a HUGE character defect)! We went our separate ways.
The summer of 2002, he reentered my life. I long for the memories which flashed before me back then. Belinda was (and still is) a little protective of her mom. A roadside memorial with the name “HOPE” on it sent him on a hunt to be sure it wasn’t me. We emailed for months and then one Saturday, he showed up at a craft show to see me. To say the least, the rest is history.
We have had our ups and downs over the years. There are some days, I think he got the raw end of the deal. An overly independent woman, with a ton of baggage. Through it all, he has stuck around. There are days he is my caregiver when the MS flares. There are days when my lack of memories have him sharing tales of things he have done since 2002.
My recovery has taught me so much in just a few short months. I am no longer the self-centered woman who doesn’t need anyone. I have learned to trust again. I am enjoying him being my best friend. He is my Ying to my Yang. He keeps me grounded when I am ready to fly in the wind.
Today is the day I honor LOVE. Remember LOVE is an intense feeling with deep affection and we are meant to share it with others – family, friends and random acts of kindness to a stranger. I challenge you to put a smile on someone’s face to day.
Have a ThirtyOne-derful day!