So, in about 45 minutes I am going to speak to a group of young people who are in two very different camps today. On one hand, I will have those in the group who are celebrating Valentine's Day with the love of their life and they are going to (perhaps slip my talk in 45 minutes) do something amazing like go out to dinner at a restaurant, eat chocolates, give or accept flowers, and have a wonderful weekend reminding each other that the other is loved. On the other hand, I will speak to a group who feels lonely and hates Valentine's Day because it in some way or another reminds them that they have not found the love of their life and thus, have not found "true happiness." So, in about 45 minutes, I get to address this messiness.
I have been of Facebook and Twitter today to see the stuffed bears, chocolate, and the beautiful flowers and I thought "Good for you, people!" However, we all know that those things are substantiated by the love of the person giving them, love is not made substantive by these gifts...right?
Let my explain...and it is about to get gross. Last night, my wonderful princess of a daughter was complaining about a hurting tummy and asked me if she could lay with me on the couch. Taking the rare opportunity to cuddle with my "all over the place" daughter, I agreed. It was going fantastic. We turned on a show. Laid down. Put on my most favorite Steeler's blanket (It's soft, Thanks Trish!) And even when Hayley, my wife, returned home, my daughter just laid there on my tummy...resting.
And then she began to cough...and then a gag...
She sat up just in time for me to grab hold of her and then here it came...throw up...all over my chest. It was so bad that I had to trap most of it between my arm and chest to save the couch and floor rug.
And then again...
And then again... three times.
Now, I don't know if your laughing or totally grossed out, but if you knew how squeamish I get around stuff like this, then you would be surprised to know that I was absolutely calm. My daughter was trying to move so that she would stop throwing up on me, but I held her in position over me to save the couch, carpet, and her stuffed animal. After she was done, she started to cry and asked if she could help clean up (so cute).
But you know who did...Hayley. She grabbed the bucket and towel, wiped me off and then I headed to the shower (Best...Shower...Ever...). Then she cleaned off our couch, floor, and daughter and then rocked her to sleep. So, naturally I got up this morning and gave Hayley a card telling her how proud I am of the life we have built together, and my daughter received a Disney princess card telling her that she is my princess.
Love... for better or for worse... in sickness and in health... and no one had to ask us to extend those privileges to our daughter, because she is an extraordinary product of our love. And in a really gross but beautiful way...it's been a Happy Valentine's Day. I'm not in the mood for chocolate, but my two girls love me very much and I love them too so I am a blessed and joyful daddy and husband today.
I hope someone loves you so much that come chocolates or vomit, you feel blessed!
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