In honor of the holiday we’re doing this a day early. Check out this journal entry from 26 (!!!) years ago. Note the line near the bottom about how “Some people ONLY get Valentines from their parents.” This is still something I’m working through.
Tonight I went over to my parents’ house for a game night – in which my dad, sisters, uncle, sisters’ boyfriends and two of my boy cousins sat downstairs and played RISK for 3+ hours and my mom and I played Scrabble, Scrabble Slam and didn’t even try to act like we knew a thing about RISK or how to play it.
Before anyone got there, my mom showed me a card. It’s something my grandma found at her house, a Valentine’s Day card that I made her several years ago. It’s still in pretty good shape considering it’s probably more than 15 years old. I thought it was pretty cute and wanted to take a picture of it, but my mom said I could just keep it. I may be biased, but I like it. I have it in my room now, and I want to frame it next to a picture of us together.
And I’m pretty much convinced that elementary school me could have easily gotten a job writing greeting cards for Hallmark.
P.s. I still draw people the same.