Valentine Series: My Valentine Birthday
E: Valentine’s Day – I’m pretty neutral to the holiday…take it or leave it. Well, I’ll definitely take the candy. But I must admit, I have a serious advantage because I was born on Valentine’s Day. I always feel like a little girl on this day, and I hope that never changes. I think this story explains why…
On my seventh birthday, I was at school and remember coming back from recess to find a vase of beautiful red roses on my desk with an envelope. I opened the envelope and inside was a note from my dad wishing me a happy birthday. I remember how cool I felt and how surprised I was that my dad had mysteriously left me these flowers a few hours after he had dropped me off at school (we were jamming out to Billy Ocean I’m sure).
When I got home, I remember my mom asking me how many roses there were. I counted and there were seven. My dad continued to surprise me with roses every birthday until I graduated from high school…sometimes pink, sometimes red, but always the right number. For each year that I was old, he brought me that many roses.
I never realized just how special this tradition was at the time, but as I’ve become older, I think about this on every birthday and realize what a lucky girl I am. I can still see him walking down the hallway in his suit, tie and long tan coat carrying flowers with a huge smile on his face. And although my school days are over, I still get those flowers…always the right number. Eventually he’ll need to find a much larger vase… 🙂
|erin and me
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