It's the little things...

I’m undecided on Valentine’s Day. Some years I think it’s a Hallmark holiday and hate to get too overly excited/into it. But, some years I can’t wait for a day to be all gooey and in love (I should note that my college roommates used to make fun of me for being so AGAINST PDA…I just don’t think anyone else wants to see it).

The past couple years, Scoot and I have celebrated with a card and a nice dinner – no big gifts, just a nice dinner and a card letting one another know how we feel. This year – blame it on the recession – we plan on staying in, cooking a nice dinner and drinking the bottle of red wine my mom got us in Paris (I’ve been saving it for a special occasion). While I’m looking forward to it, I also feel like it will be just like every other day.

Not sure if my emotions have shown the way I’ve been feeling, but leave it to Scoot to turn things around and make me feel all the gooey, in love stuff.

I’m sitting here, working on a miserable press release, counting down the minutes to 5pm and suddenly my mood does a complete 180 when these show up:
I follow most women on my feelings for flowers – I LOVE THEM. I know they are expensive, and only last a week and blah, blah, blah. But they make me feel so DAMN GOOD and they’re so pretty to look at and I just ugh, get the giddy, exciting, butterfly feeling when I see them.

But it’s not so much the flowers, it’s the few words that came with them. I don’t know if it’s because my job has turned me into a woman of many words, but I so appreciate how simple and to the point Scoot can be. He’s not a writer (he actually hates to write and I wrote most of his papers in college), but he’s very good at saying the perfect thing, at the perfect time, in very few words.

So, even though it’s not Valentine’s Day yet, I’m happy. I could now pass on the dinner and the card and whatever else is coming. I hope you all get to feel the same butterfly/giddy/joyful feelings that I’m feeling this Valentine’s Day.

Muah,
S&S