Two Valentine's Day-themed posts is a little much, but love is a good thing. (And also it's 10pm, the Grammys are almost over, and I need to procrastinate just a little longer.)
I had a great weekend. On Friday my mom and I chatted about life and love over lunch; she told me about her and my dad's first Valentine's Day as a married couple and we laughed. On Saturday my dad and I drove up to visit my grandparents. Grandmama made her amazing spaghetti - it's better than the real Italian stuff, I swear. And Pop-Pop got out WWII- and Vietnam-era guns (I held a bazooka!) and we enjoyed peppermint tea and chocolate chip cookies.
This is a photo series of couples who've been married fifty years or longer. It's been popping up in the blogosphere this week and it's beautiful. It made me stop and think about how so many members of my family - parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins - model healthy, long-lasting, meaningful relationships. In short, I'm really thankful for that.
I just opened my Valentine's gift from my parents (oops, I was supposed to wait) and it includes a Books-A-Million gift card. I'm really thankful my family likes books, too.
We've decided that tomorrow night's Valentine's Day dinner will consist of homemade lasagna and cupcakes (maybe a can of green beans, maybe not), chocolate, and, if Kibwe doesn't mind, "Gone With The Wind." Classic.
I will also mention the boy we like to call Dave who is sound asleep in London as I type. Public declarations of affection make me uncomfortable. But if I may use understatements, I like this boy a whole lot and can't wait until he gets here in 17 days.
Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.