Happy celebration of love-day
On Monday, Peter fell on his bike on his way home from picking up some groceries, and he really hurt his knee. So he called the next morning and cancelled school (which was actually internship in a kindergarten. So if he went there with a bad knee... he would come home without his knee), so he could go to the doctor so he could look if his knee was alright ('cause it really did hurt on him!). I asked if I should go with him, 'cause what if he fell again, you know? There was a bit snow and some ice on the sidewalk, there would be a chance! But he didn't want me to go with him, so I just stayed home and watched some TV until he got back home.
I know a lot of you don't see this day as a celebration of love, in fact, a lot of people just see this day as a stupid, materialistic, American tradition, so the flower- and candy stores can sell out, but you know it's actually not. There's three different stories about what this day is about, but I've only heard one, from my sister's grandma. It's about this St. Valentine (if he was a Saint... I don't remember), who married soldiers with their girlfriends, even though the King made the law about, that since unmarried soldiers fight better, no soldiers ought get married. So he made a law against it. But Sir Valentine still secretly married the soldiers with their girlfriends, because he believed in love. The King found out and got him arrested. Yet Valentine fell in love with the gaoler's blind daughter, and she in him. Unfortunately, he was to be executed. The day before the execution, he wrote a letter to his love about how much he loved her and all that stuff, you know, and so, he is apparently remembered because he died in the name of love... I guess... it's a really sweet story, though it's the real one or not.
Anyways, after my sister's grandma told me this story some years ago, it kind of "opened my eyes" for Valentine's Day. Not that I'm all about it, you know, but it's a beautiful thought that there's one day of the year, where we're supposed to celebrate love, and that will be celebrated with red roses, because the red roses are a symbol for love, and chocolate because... well, everybody love's chocolate, right?
But I really got surprised this Tuesday.
On Monday, Peter fell on his bike on his way home from picking up some groceries, and he really hurt his knee. So he called the next morning and cancelled school (which was actually internship in a kindergarten. So if he went there with a bad knee... he would come home without his knee), so he could go to the doctor so he could look if his knee was alright ('cause it really did hurt on him!). I asked if I should go with him, 'cause what if he fell again, you know? There was a bit snow and some ice on the sidewalk, there would be a chance! But he didn't want me to go with him, so I just stayed home and watched some TV until he got back home.
Then, when he got home, he yelled and asked if I could help him untie his boots. Of course I'd help him, what don't I wanna do for that boy!? So I walked to the door and got totally chocked (in a good way). That bastard didn't even go to the doctor with his bad knee. He wanted to wait for Wednesday. Instead, he went out to buy me red roses and filled chocolate in a heart shaped box. Oh boy, was I surprised!? I've always wanted to get this, but I never did. It was so romantic and I was so happy! How I just love this boy! Not because of the things he gave me, but because he gave it to me, you know. Because he knew I wanted it, not because I "made" him buy it for me. Awwh... this boy... can you believe it? Jesus Christ... another post about how lovely he is. But I can't help it... he really is...
