cupid ain’t stupid. i mean, anymore.

Posted on | February 15, 2010 | 18 Comments

i always hated valentines day growing up. i mean, i liked the candy (duh), and i liked picking out valentines but for the most part, it wasn’t my most favoritest. in 5th grade, when you had to give “everyone or no one” a valentine, i chose to give everyone one, including my mortal enemy. why was she my mortal enemy? because her name was also amanda, she had long curly hair that i wanted, and she had a pot belly pig, and a purple bedroom. so while i signed all of the cards with sentiments like “you’re nice” or “i like being in class with you”, hers was signed with a very simple “i hate you. love, amanda”.

i’m not even close to kidding.

cue a crying amanda (um, not me), a tattle, and a firm talking to on the portable ramp by my teacher. i guess i didn’t like being forced to give people i didn’t like (or apparently, hated) cute cards. as jr. high and highschool came along, i never had boyfriends on valentines (i’m guessing it was because i was so hateful?), and watching girls carry around roses and teddy bears and other miscellaneous things teenage boys had to have their moms pay for always made me green with envy. many a february 14th was spent with any friends that were in the same boat bashing males and getting a sugar high (oh to be young again).

scot and i got engaged 2 weeks before valentines day in 2006 and it was our first. come v-day i was so sick i had to stay home from work. as i stuffed tissue up my raw nose, i cursed the fact that yet another v-day, the first one with my future husband, was going to be ruined. we had to cancel reservations at my favorite italian place. then he came home weilding a dozen pink roses, candy and nyquil. ::cue swooning:: also in his bag of tricks were all the ingredients to make my favorite dish from said restaurant. ::swoon off your chair:: needless to say, my valentines hatred flew out the window.

fast forward to v-day 2008. i got up for work and woke scot up. “i’m gonna go pee on this”, i told him, holding the pregnancy test up. so i did. i set it on the counter and came back into our room, where he was sitting anxiously on the corner of the bed. “it’s gonna take like 3 minutes” i told him. i sat. we waited. we went into the bathroom. i saw one line from across the room and my heart sank. he saw two. then i saw two. then i yelled. we hugged, kissed and i shook like crazy and yelled. a lot. over and over. like a crazy (as if you’re surprised).

that night before he took me out for dinner, he played me a song he wrote for me for v-day. that morning he wrote a last minute verse after i took the test. i sat on the couch and cried like a pregnant lady while he played his guitar and sang me my song.

oh mandy you make me laugh, that’s why you and I will last
oh mandy you make me smile, that’s why you and I will last

all the troubles we have passed, we will last
all the rocks thrown in our path, we will last
you don’t ever have to doubt, that we will last
because you know I love you so, that’s why we’re gonna last

oh mandy you show me love, that’s why you and I will last
oh mandy you make me cry, that’s why you and I will last

all the troubles we have passed, we will last
all the rocks thrown in our path, we will last
you don’t ever have to doubt, that we will last
because you know I love you so, that’s why we’re gonna last

you’re my everything, you’re my queen
everything I do, I do for you
pretty soon there will be three, you and me
and then with our baby, we’ll be a nice family

oh mandy you give me joy, that’s why you and I will last
you make me a happy boy, that’s why you and I will last

he may kill me for putting this on my blog. he may not. all i know is i pink puffy heart valentines day now and forever because of this guy. because of our little family and what the day means to us. because v-day will forever be the day i found out we were cooking (by way of my ute) this little human:

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