This past weekend was Valentine’s Day and my husband and I had a wonderful time. But that is not what this post is about. It is really about another Valentine’s Day 13 years ago.
I was single and not dating anyone–my choice. I had given up on dating and decided that I could focus on my family and friends and be perfectly fine. And I was doing great, although Valentine’s Day was a little sad for me. My friends were all busy and my kids all had boyfriends or girlfriends so I was looking at an evening by myself.
Not so bad, I thought. I would pamper myself with a long shower and a facial. Some wine…I will go to bed early and it will be over. Actually I was starting to look forward to it. The phone rang on my desk and my son, Michael, was on the line wanting to know what I was doing that evening.
I told him and he immediately said I was going out with him. He was in high school and had a girlfriend, so I thanked him for the offer. But to my mind, he needed to spend the evening with his girlfriend and I told him so. Michael explained that he had taken her out the night before and she knew what he had planned for me.
When I got home from work, he had flowers and a stuffed bear for me. We left the house–he drove–and went to Mellow Mushroom Pizza. Michael would not let me pay for anything. He opened doors and was such a great date. We talked and laughed and the evening went by too fast. That was the best pizza I have ever eaten and it was the most memorable Valentine’s I have ever had.