V-Day. sounds so similar to D-Day. It is a day that I dread. A day that is celebrated with spouses and date nights and small tokens to show love to one another. It is my 2nd V-Day without Doug. Before the boys were born Doug and I would rent a cabin in Gatlinburg and spend Valentine’s Day in the Smokey Mountains (we did this for about 5 years). We didn’t always go out and buy big gifts in our 17 years of V-Days, but its been said that in a relationship every day should be celebrated as such. To show each other your love on a daily basis. Then the boys were born and my Valentine’s grew from 1 to 3. And now that number had dwindled to 2. And I am forever thankful for those 2. But would do anything to have Doug back to celebrate with. So instead of a low key Valentine’s Sunday this year at home with all 3 of my loves, I will celebrate with a hole in my heart. I have ordered my own chocolates since Doug isn’t here to bring me something. I will visit his grave this week and have a date with him there. I miss every single thing about him. The good and the sort-of bad. The comedy and the long hours at work. The love and pride he had for his family. I still hear stories of him doting on his family daily to others. Pulling up pictures on his cell phone to show the latest pics of the boys or a silly video he recorded of them. Good gracious I still miss his silly texts throughout the day, a common one being 143, short for I love you. So 143 Doug. 143 Forever.
1 Corinthians 13:7 Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.
This was us in Gatlinburg Valentines 2009, our last visit before the boys were born:
These 2 pics were from a Valentine photoshoot of the boys (the pic with Doug was a behind the scenes shot):
This past Friday was the Mother/Son Valentines Dance at the boys school, and here are a few pics from it. :