Meh. I feel indifferent.
Although I do appreciate Valentines Day and am most definitely not a hater. February 14th isn't just a commercialized holiday to us. Nine years ago today, a very young Declan asked a very young version of myself to be his girlfriend.
Yep. We're that couple. With a dating anniversary on Valentines Day. It's funny though, it wasn't meant to be all cute like that. It just so happened. In fact, it wasn't even a sweet, romantic (teenage) thing. It was all, "come on and just be my girlfriend already", since we were acting like we were together, with no official title anyway.
Anyway. The rest was (obviously) history.
Here we are.
And while I thought I was in absolute, insane, over-the-top love then? I laugh at my teenage self a little bit now. Because, man...love grows. It molds, and changes, and becomes a different, stronger, more meaningful kind of love with each passing year.
It really, really does.
Not only that, but this year we both got to feel the kind of love that only comes from being a parent.
And holy-good-Lord that's a BIG kind of love that I never, ever, ever could before fathom. Even remotely. Even if I tried.
I am feeling all sorts of mushy, gushy, lovey-like. Nine years of being a couple to celebrate. Nine months of feeling the tangible love of our baby girl. Of being a family.
So, I guess I did it. Oozed the love-factor all over this post.
Oh well. Out of the heart the mouth
types speaks, right?
Happy Valentines Days, beautiful friends.
[onesie made by my sister]