I love throwing a party, and often times I sense that it truly is one of those things that I should pursue as a professional vocation. I love all aspects of the party. Menu planning, decorations, invitations, outfits, etc... tonight I was a little stressed because I did not leave nearly enough time to accomplish everything I had imagined, but it all worked out.
Valentine's Day has changed in meaning over the years. When I was in Elementary School it meant lots of candy and little cards to fill out. I remember thinking very intensely about who was going to get which Valentine and whether or not my crush would think the one I chose for him was the best. In High School we always had fundraisers to send "hugs or kisses" to each other, or silly match maker quiz things. Since the days of uniform social events I have sensed my participation in the spectacle that has become Valentines Day to an adult change and my expectations for attention and joy remain still ridiculously high. I just love parties. I just love love. There isn't anything wrong with that.
One thing that is ever consistent on Feb. 14th, is the arrival of a card from my most favorite Man ever...my Dad. I love it. Today I got it and I smiled because I knew that it would be waiting for me. So while my ideas about what makes a Valentine's Day successful has changed from the amount of little cards and candy I received to the general goodness of great friends sitting around the table enjoying food and each other...I still look for the card from Stan the Man, and sometimes wonder if I will get flowers from a Secret Admirer. Hah, as girls, we are so ridiculous.
I hope your day was full of love and friendship, and that you may be as blessed as I on a night such as this.
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