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In Which Nana Can "Be Mine"

It's not really a secret: I'm cynical. And really nothing gets me going like the commercialization of celebrations. Christmas, Easter...don't get me started! What is Valentine's Day even about? Let's be honest for a moment. Valentine's Day means whatever you want it to mean. It's an excuse to eat chocolate, be romantic, and out cute the other mom's in the class with your pinteresty crafts.  

 I griped and was grumpy all week in preparation for this day. I thought through ideas and second guessed myself until finally what was bought was bought and what was done was done. Things went off without a hitch. We celebrated with sweets, hearts, and all things pink and red. Everyone felt loved. 

 And here's where my cynicism takes a pause and I reveal what I truly love about this ridiculous (and increasingly stressful!) holiday: my mom. 

 This day could have been invented by my mom. She is Valentine's Day personified. What I mean is, she is all about showering the people she loves and making the most of a celebration.  She goes all out, but not in a flashy expensive way. She is so good at adding that extra something that takes it from "thrown together" to "thoughtful". She has always made Valentine's Day about her family. Let me put it this way...I thought about sending Brooklyn a Valentine gram at school. Mom actually did it. 

 I hope when I grow up I can be just like her. In the meantime, my kid's Valentine's are in good hands!

 Love you Mom!

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  1. MelodyFebruary 14, 2013 at 8:10 PM

    I love you too! And might I add...this was the best valentine from you! Love your words!

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