February has been a special month to me my whole life since it’s the month I was born. Forget about asking my age. I won’t tell. Well, actually I will, but just not here. 🙂
February has also always been special to me because it was my father’s birthday month. He was a Leap Year baby, born on the 29th. What I miss most about him in February is his calling me to sing me Happy Birthday. When I was growing up, he was my Valentine.
I don’t know about you, but I used to LOVE Valentine’s Day. I so looked forward to those little boxes of Valentine’s, reading them and figuring out which one of my classmates would get the cute one with the puppy and which would get the mushy one.
As I grew older, I dreamed of beaus who would remember me on Valentine’s Day with flowers or candy or both. The fantasy never matched the reality, but my mom always made the day special for my sister and me. She would take us to lunch, wish us happy VD–yes, she was a fun and funny–and give us some inexpensive trinket to commemorate our special afternoon together.
In 2009, February became the month we lost our first born daughter, Kim, to cervical cancer that was discovered too late. She was 45 and gone too soon. She loved Valentine’s Day. She got the guy who always remembered with flowers and candy. Just thinking about her fills me with love and missing her and a craving for chocolate.
What does February mean to you?