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.