Everyday is Valentine’s Day

On Valentine’s Day, I think of my Dad. When I was in the 6th grade, my father surprised us with teddy bears, chocolate, and flowers at school. Every Valentine’s Day & every day since I can remember, it wasn’t always surprise flowers, but an experience of a distinctive friendship.


 In March, it will be 2 years since he passed and though I will cry today, it will not only be from sadness, but from the overwhelming rush of fond memories. Valentine’s Day means different things to different people but for me it represents my father’s hugs, laughter, energy, and love. Valentine’s Day is riding around and screaming along to oldies with the windows down. Its hand dancing with him. It’s listening to his advice & his encouragement & feeling in my heart how much he loved us in his actions. 

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