My Sweet Side...

Oh joy, ‘tis the season for lovey-dovey bullshit. Before your love drunk brains begin jumping to conclusions, no, I’m not bitter because I don’t have a Valentine. Truth is, I’ve never been a huge fan of Valentine’s Day. It’s silly. I don’t like flowers…they die. I don’t want chocolate…it goes to my ass. Diamonds? Well…OK. But only if it’s a modest carat or five.

I will take this XOXO obsessed holiday as an opportunity to thank the ones I love, though. Consider this my Valentine to all of you who have held my hand and had my back these past couple of years. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Prepare yourselves. I’m about to be real “deep.”

To my friends: YOU kept me afloat when I thought I was drowning. You accept me for exactly who I am (which is difficult, I admit), you laugh with me and cry with me, you give me confidence when I’m running low, and you make my heart swell with companionship when I feel alone. I’m eternally grateful to each one of you.

To my family: Thank you for seeing the big picture for me when I could not. Thank you for the confidence you instilled in me and the strength you gave me when I was weak. Thank you for ignoring my pride and being there to catch me anyway. Thank you for being there with me as I welcomed my Son into the world. Thank you for giving me the building blocks to becoming a good Mommy.

To my baby boy: Thank you for picking me to be your Mommy. I see the world in a completely different light with you in my life. You give me purpose. More importantly, you give me hope. I am a different and better person solely because of you. I will always be here when you open your eyes in the morning (and a zillion times throughout the night), My sweet boy.