{"id":202,"date":"2013-02-08T21:11:56","date_gmt":"2013-02-08T21:11:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/?p=202"},"modified":"2013-02-08T21:11:56","modified_gmt":"2013-02-08T21:11:56","slug":"pre-valentines-day-musings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/?p=202","title":{"rendered":"Pre-Valentine’s day musings."},"content":{"rendered":"

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I love Valentine’s Day.\u00a0 I have loved it since that first day in elementary school when we\u00a0 decorated shoeboxes and set them on our desks in preparation to getting lots of Valentines from our classmates.\u00a0 Of course, back then, we got to celebrate the day in the classroom.\u00a0 I don’t know if the powers that\u00a0be consider it politically correct to celebrate a day of love.\u00a0 There might be some unloved people who might be offended.\u00a0 I hope not.<\/p>\n

Anyway, I looked forward to the day with much excitement.\u00a0\u00a0 Mom would take me shopping for Valentines to pass out to my classmates. Big decisions had to be made as to what kind we would buy.\u00a0 Then we would take them home where more big decisions were made on who would get which Valentine in my collection.\u00a0 The cute boy would get the most lovey dovey one, of course.\u00a0 My best friends would get the best ones in the lot.\u00a0 People I weren’t too fond of would get the smaller Valentines. There were always a few that were smaller than the others.\u00a0 Everyone in my class got one, though because no one was to be left out.<\/p>\n

The big day would finally arrive and I would dress up just a little better that day. I wanted to look pretty for the boys. Yes, I was boy crazy even in elementary school.\u00a0 I took my precious Valentines to school and put one in each student’s box.\u00a0 We all would then have to wait until the last hour of the school day for the Valentine’s Day party.\u00a0 Some years my mother was in charge of bringing cookies or cupcakes and a drink.\u00a0 My mother always went all out in making pretty decorated treats for all of us.\u00a0 I still have her heart cookie cutters and use them every year.<\/p>\n

We were all excited and could barely contain ourselves waiting for the party.\u00a0 It’s a wonder we got any school work done that day.\u00a0 Then our teacher would tell us to put our books away and we knew it was time.\u00a0 Our boxes stuffed with Valentine love were brought out and we began to look at each one deciding if the person who gave it really “loved” us or not. Gee, I wish I still had those Valentines.\u00a0 They are probably collectibles now.\u00a0 Then we were served our refreshments and ate happily all the sweetness that had been prepared for us.\u00a0 Our teacher would always have a couple of games for us to play.\u00a0 Then the bell would ring and the party and the school day was over.<\/p>\n

I would hold tightly to my Valentine box on the school bus home and as soon as I got there I would open the box and look at all the pretty Valentine cards again.<\/p>\n

As an adult, I have received my share of Valentines cards, but usually I am the one who sends them rather than gets them.\u00a0 I knew I was not marrying a romantic when my husband to be brought me a box of chocolates the day after Valentines Day.\u00a0 They were cheaper you see!\u00a0 He has more than made up for that faux pas in the years of our marriage.\u00a0 He may not always send flowers, but I know he loves me when he builds me a quilt ceiling in my shop or a chicken coop for my planned chickens or lets me get another lab puppy like he is going to this year, I hope.\u00a0 The most romantic and sweet thing David ever did for me was when our daughter was born.\u00a0 My mother was taking care of our sons while I was in the hospital and David bought her and me both a dozen red roses.\u00a0 I just loved him for that.\u00a0 Of course, I always said my mother liked David better than she like me!\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 They always got along really well.<\/p>\n

I have always felt badly for husbands whose wives expect them to go out and buy them something for Valentine’s Day. I don’t expect anything and then I’m not disappointed.\u00a0 Anyway, why is it just the husband who is expected to treat the wife?\u00a0 Why not the other way around?\u00a0 I don’t know any personally, but I do know there are women who get really angry if their husbands or boyfriends don’t buy them something expensive or at least get them flowers.\u00a0 One year I told David I did not want to be one of those women who expect her husband to buy her flowers or a gift for Valentine’s Day.\u00a0 Guess what?\u00a0 That year I got flowers and a card.\u00a0 Was I happy?\u00a0 Of course, but I really didn’t expect them.<\/p>\n

This Valentine’s Day I wish you all\u00a0love.\u00a0 You are loved whether you know it or not.\u00a0 I know I am loved by someone who\u00a0was willing to die for me.\u00a0 Jesus.\u00a0 If no one loves me, I know He does.\u00a0 I know there are\u00a0many alone on Valentine’s Day. Don’t ever feel that\u00a0you are not loved.\u00a0 I love you and wish you the most wonderful day ever.\u00a0\u00a0Love someone, hug your\u00a0dog,\u00a0cuddle a baby, give a smile to\u00a0a stranger, they might need it.\u00a0 Happy Valentine’s Day a few days early.\u00a0 Bye.\"DSCN5305\"<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I love Valentine’s Day.\u00a0 I have loved it since that first day in elementary school when we\u00a0 decorated shoeboxes and set them on our desks in preparation to getting lots of Valentines from our classmates.\u00a0 Of course, back then, we got to celebrate the day in the classroom.\u00a0 I don’t know if the powers that\u00a0be […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-202","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/202","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=202"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/202\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":203,"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/202\/revisions\/203"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=202"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=202"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=202"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}