Happy February 14th!

So normally I'm a bit of what you would call a Valentine's Day Scrooge. I mean, really, you need a special day to tell me you love me? Come on! I am lovable all year long! I could go on and on about how it is a holiday invented by Hallmark and a variety of other reasons I think the whole concept is half-baked....but today I won't. Because the date actually holds significance for me for other reasons. Fourteen years ago today a whole lot of lies were told by someone in this house who is not me. And since only one other person was alive then, I think we all know who the big fat liar is. But at the end of all those lies was a very sweet guy down on his knee asking me to marry him. Even though I had only known him for 4 months, I somehow knew he was the one. If any of my children ever try to pull a stunt like this, I may have trouble remembering how certain I was that this guy was the one God hand-picked for me. Who knows, I might even freak out a little. But I honestly don't remember my parents freaking out at all. I think they knew too. So 14 years later, I'm just as certain as I was that day - maybe even more certain - that I was meant to see this guy fall on his face and then 4 months later propose to me where he first fell for me. I love you Jeff Bell!!!

One of the 12 roses Jeff got me this Valentine's Day February 14th
(yes, I almost hyperventilated)