I was looking back over my blog archives, curious to see what I've blogged about before on Valentine's Day, and imagine my surprise when no Valentine's Day posts existed.
Perhaps I was following suit with many of my single counterparts, and that is to ignore the day and pretend like it doesn't exist.
So maybe this post is indicative of how far I've come in my personal journey of really being okay with where I'm at. And even more than just okay.
For me, this day of love isn't about mourning what I don't have. It's about reveling in what I do have.
I have friends who make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world just by being my friend. Yes, even my married friends on Valentine's Day! One who still kept our Bachelor-night date. Another who promised me a date with a bottle of wine on her patio. And still another who jabbered with me while feeding her toddler baby girl. My family who I texted first thing this morning ("I love you. Happy Valentine's Day) and the random non-obligatory texts I received throughout the day - friends who actually did want me to have a happy Valentine's Day, and not just because they pitied my relationship status.
I made 52 Valentine's Day cupcakes last night. I sent enough with Mom to work today for her to distribute them among 3 departments at the hospital. My work got some. My little sister's softball team would've had some if she'd remembered to take them.
The point is - today was about loving people, and being loved.
And celebrating who's in your life to love.