Valentine's Day

I have never been one to enjoy or celebrate Valentine's Day.  Single or coupled, I was one of those people who hated the "holiday" and cursed Hallmark for being greedy, greedy bastards.  I hated "love" and that picture above still makes me wanna vom.  I have, however, always cherished February 15th as Awesome Cheap Candy Day and have been known to stop at more than one CVS/grocery/Target to check out the goods.

Anyway, two years ago, when Mr. Peaches and I had been together for a few measly months (which included a break-up, like all strong relationships between two well-adjusted adults) when the "Holiday" rolled around.  I told him.  I warned him.  And then I threatened him.  I do not like Valentine's Day.

We were working in Cincinnati, Ohio for the same non-profit group and I was staying with my aunt and her family while I was in town.

If you don't know me, I'd like to take this opportunity to talk about the unusual relationships I have with my aunt and my mother.  The three of us talk to one another on a daily basis, sometimes talking for hours unhashing the same minute details of our lives.  We have conference calls frequently.  We iChat.  We each live 4-7 hours away from any other, but we see each other bimonthly or more.  We are the closest of friends and sometimes,  the biggest of enemies.  We are obsessive.  We love each other.

I hadn't let Mr. Peaches in on our strange world because he was still adjusting to just how much I am in love with my own brother.  I have family issues.

But because he didn't know exactly what our relationships were like, he had no idea what he was doing when he sent me the biggest bouquet of flowers ever.  Flowers that my AUNT received at her house for me.  A card that was read, over the phone, directly to my mother within minutes.  I didn't find out about the flowers for nearly thirty minutes and they were my flowers.

Valentine's Day two years ago is the day Mr. Peaches forever won over two of the most important people in me life.  Since then, I've kinda been more optimistic about the day.

All of that, to tell you this story:

Saturday morning I woke up early, as usual, and headed for the same place I always go first thing in the morning- the coffee pot.  When I got there, I discovered three beautiful roses and a homemade card (did I mention were broke?).  Mr. Peaches writes the best cards, and this was no exception.  Loved it.

When the coffee was brewed, I took some in to a sleeping Mr. Peaches and woke him up gently.  I thanked him for the awesome and totally unnecessary Valentine's Day gifts.  And then I mentioned that Valentine's Day was SUNDAY.

Oh, Mr. Peaches...never a dull moment.