Valentine's Day is next week and I've been thinking a lot about past Valentine's Days. It's not a day that has been celebrated (until I met Mike) and I had always felt a little twinge of disappointment. No matter how lovely it is to be shown how much you are appreciated, heard, and loved every day, not just on this 'Hallmark holiday', there's something to be said for doing something a little bit special with the people who mean so much to you even on this day.
Unfortunately, Mike and I weren't able to spend our first Valentine's Day together due to work commitments in Kentucky so he had a beautiful bouquet of flowers delivered just to let me know he was thinking about me. He knows that my favorite flowers are poppies, and he tried so hard to have these wild beauties delivered, but they just weren't in season and are hard to come by even when they are. So, tulips were delivered with a promise to give me poppies when he could, and he didn't forget. One weekend while the kids' were with their dad, he took me to the Antelope Valley Poppy Reserve. It was a little later in the season, but the California Poppy Festival happened to be that weekend, so he wanted to make sure I had a full day of poppy fun. And, it was perfect!
Nobody had ever delivered my favorite flower before, let alone taken me to an entire reserve full of them. And of course he found packets of poppy seeds for sale at the festival for us to spread when we find our forever home.