I woke up this morning feeling a little sad.
I actually went to bed feeling kind of down.
It's not because it's Valentine's Day and I'm
single. I don't really care about that. But you
can't exactly say you're sad on Valentine's Day
if you're single and have people think it's about
[I'm sure this is how you're picturing me.]
So I'll try to convince you that whyever I'm sad
(I still don't know!), it can't be because of Valentine's
Day. I mean, I get to celebrate with these very
special Valentines for 2013:
There's the original Valentine - my dad, who has sent
me "stinky purple flowers" (hyacinths) every year of
my life without fail. Even the year I looked like this:
[Just take that in for a minute.]
I have my number one bff, the pint-sized
ginger who rules my life with an iron fist.
And I have the littlest lawyer at the firm,
who is 11 weeks old today!
How could anyone be sad about Valentine's Day
when she'd got these precious faces all reminding
her how much they love her? Clearly I just woke up
on the wrong side of the bed. Guess I'll just spend
the day snuggling that last little face.