single somethin' or other...

Starting in the middle of January, a series of events have prepared me for the glorious day of February 14, 2009. Lessons, talks, books, conversations...all have tried to influence me to have a positive experience with St. Valentine's Day this year, and frankly-I'm amused by it. I get the feeling that society is concerned by my attitude toward the celebration of such holidays. Last night while, I was trying to fall asleep, I went over some of my most memorable Valentine's Days in my lifetime: a) 5th grade. We made our own boxes. I sliced my finger open while scoring the posterboard for my secret crush's box. Still have the scar; b) Rexburg. I remember standing in one of the most beautiful snowfalls I've ever seen and nearly crying because there was SO MUCH snow and I was severely lacking in Vitamin D. Also, had my first quality experience with NyQuil. Went to Wal-Mart for the supply and went home to bed. Missed my roommate dancing at half-time of the basketball game, but was pleasantly surprised when two very dear friends showed up with a Valentine/Get Well card and a box of chocolates. Still have the card. c) Last year. I had a short day at work and went home to have my own little "single-awareness" evening. Instead I went to visit my brother and help him clean his house for his first Valentine's Day with his wife. I stood there and felt the first of a series of heart-breaks that helped me to realize (once again) that the Lord is in charge and it all works in HIS timetable. Later that night my brother and sister-in-law showed up with a flower for me. I felt loved to say the least.
This year I choose to find people who love me or need my love and spend time with them. It doesn't have to be a "single-awareness" day. I just watched SOME LIKE IT HOT. I don't think it gets much more appropriate...love, flowers, pretty girls, St Valentine's Day massacre, Chicago mafia, Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis in drag, Osgood-land. What is there NOT to love about this movie? It's a classic. There is so much to be learned from Sugar's attraction to tenor sax players even though she KNOWS that they are nothing but trouble. And then there are always Osgood's famous last words, "nobody's perfect." This year, I choose to accept that thought/concept and embrace the fact that nobody is perfect and I look forward to St Valentine's Day with something like unto optimism. Go team. Don't let me down...