Isn't it wonderful that poinsettias bought for Christmas can transition into Valentines Day without looking out of place? Smooth transitions are rare, so I never miss an opportunity to recognize one when it happens. As much as I love all the merry and bright of Christmas, all the red and pink of Valentines day may compete for my favorite. Pink has always been my favorite color, yes, way before Barbie ever tried to hijack my color! I should be thankful to the pop movie for filling the stores with pink items wherever I look, but I've never been a barbie fan or great at sharing, so I find it annoying that everything pink is now associated with a doll. Don't get me wrong, as a child I loved dolls, had a brood of plastic babies and would care for them daily. Although, my dolls were babies and needed care not blonde, women with exaggerated body parts, jobs, houses, cars and boyfriends. Tim has asked me several times if I want to watch the movie and I just don't. I've said it before but it's worth repeating, time is precious, use or waste it wisely, I can't imagine the two hours I'd have to devote to watching nonsense isn't two hours of my life I'd never get back! I'm sure he'll watch it without me, tell me all about it in three minutes, sounds so much more appealing to me. I do love that Tim can walk through our home and never notice when I change things up, not sure he noticed the tree was gone or the Christmas knickknacks in every nook and cranny of each room. Maybe he thinks it's magic, things seem to just happen, Christmas trees go up and come down in a flash, centerpieces are on display and holiday decor changes without him seeing any part of it. I bet he'll take notice when the St. Patricks Day cheer starts to fill the house. Irish through and through and a holiday that revolves around parties and beer, sign him up! Valentines day with its romantic dinners, flowers and chocolates for us gals seems to be nothing but pressure for men, no wonder they don't love it! Growing up, each Valentines Day my dad would bring a heart shaped box of chocolates home for my mother, sister and I, never anything for my brothers. Of course each spring he would take my brothers to a Red Sox game, never bringing my sister and I to Fenway, it's just the way things were and we were ok with it. I was happy for the chocolate and never felt I missed a thing when he took my brothers to a baseball game. Oh, times have changed...imagine parents doing that today, they've had to transition into a new age of equality and no doubt buy chocolates for everyone! I can't help that each Valentines Day there's a part of me that will be waiting for my chocolates to arrive, a heart shaped box with my name on it, a kiss on the cheek and a feeling of overwhelming love....what's not to love about such a holiday? In the spirit of equality I may even buy a box of sweets for Tim.... we'll see if he notices!
🥰❤️😘T
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