For some reason it feels like February to me.  Yeah, I know.  It’s the end of January.  But, I’ve  been feeling that way for at least two weeks now.  It certainly isn’t great to be wishing weeks out of the month away, is it?  No, it’s certainly not.  If you’ll please pardon me for this error, friends, and let me explain my reasoning. 

February has always been one of my favorite months as long as I can remember.  Growing up with my birthday two days before, it seemed as if Valentine’s symbolized a whole lot of celebration….not to mention that it usually made everything in ‘pink’ (my all-time favorite color).  I can remember growing up that my birthday meant ‘awesome pink birthday & presents’ and ‘equally awesome valentine’s and presents’.  I know that I didn’t receive as many gifts for my birthday as Christmas, but for some unknown reason, I was more fond of this Valentine month.

Could it have been because I usually received roses & flowers on my Birthday and Valentine’s at school (from my Dad, but obviously reminded by my mother).  I certainly don’t know, but whatever the reason, I’ll never know. 

The date today, holds meaning for me and my husband and my daughter.  And I’m loving every minute of it.