This morning I made some Valentine's cupcakes for my playgroup for tomorrow morning.
While putting the M&Ms on them, the girls started to get antsy, so I decided to give them each half of one that I had messed up on. I knew it would buy me a few minutes of quiet time while they enjoyed licking up every last ounce of sugar from their halved, flaw-filled cupcake. It was a goof on a cupcake we could all enjoy!
So I sat them down and gave them their half of a cupcake. Then I decorated and watched them eat.
Hattie, on the other hand, ate her cupcake quite differently. By the time I turned around to look at her eating it, she was done with nothing on her face but a tiny trace of the cake she had just devoured and enjoyed.
I was, for sure, like Hattie was with her cupcake, when I met Sean. I took one look at him and knew he was going to be delicious (okay, I know that sounds a bit racy, but really, I'm just trying to keep the analogy between love and eating going strong, so bear with me!).
When I met Sean, I fell for him completely. Lost all of my guard. Knew very early on that he was the one. Was intoxicated in a way that, other than love, only chocolate can make a woman feel. I had never tasted anything so sweet. We quickly fell in love, stayed in love, and the rest is history - it was a whirlwind in my hopeless romantic mind.
But I know not all love is like this.
I don't know if it's because we were young or if it's because God knew He had to hit me hard with a ton of bricks for me to even recognize real love when I saw it, but our love grew quickly, and we never gave it a second thought, atleast I didn't. Sean was more cautious but still, I can safely say, head-over-heels.
However, I have known many who were friends first, those who eased into a lasting relationship, savoring every step of the way. There are so many stories that begin with the antithesis of It was love at first sight. Those are mostly funnier and better stories, in my opinion, maybe because my own love story is so different.
So I guess what I'm getting at is what's your love story or your parents' love story? I'm being nosy. I want to hear them, and at what better time than now to share them! I'll share mine, too, soon, mostly because I think it'll be fun for my girls to look back on it one day while their sifting through Mommy's ol' blog. And also, I love to reminisce about those days of new love.
So post yours or your parents' love story on your blog, in the comments (the short version of course), or email, and then let us know so we can come over and read it. Then we can all sit back and read 'em while eating a cupcake any way we'd like.
And I realize that I have like 4 readers for my blog, and going private keeps things cozy, so even if no one gets around to doing this before Valentine's Day, be on the lookout for a good love story read from me ;).
I think this Hallmark holiday is getting to me!