We had a great Valentine’s Day this year. We had to be adults and go to work, but we made the best of it. I made some cake balls to bring some Valentine’s cheer to my office.
Kolby told our engagement story to his classes. Near the beginning of last school year, to ward off the incessant questions he was getting from his kids about our relationship, he told them that he wouldn’t comment about us but that if they’d wait until Valentine’s Day then he’d tell the story of when he proposed. So of course in true Kolby fashion he put together a killer monologue detailing our engagement from his point of view. I guess word got passed on to this new senior class so they all came in at the beginning of the year saying that they couldn’t wait until Valentine’s Day this year to hear the story. He didn’t disappoint. He even said he got choked up at one point (let’s be honest, that doesn’t take much--he’s my little tenderheart) but the kids didn’t notice. A few girls teared up. This whole thing cracks me up, but I think it’s great that Kolby tells our story and that the kids eat it up.
Then we both got home and the real celebrating began.
This was a special Valentine’s Day for us. Kolby reminded me last week that it was 10 years ago on Valentine’s Day that I told him that I loved him. We were 16. Here’s a picture from that night:
He of course told he loved me too, but that was expected as you can clearly see that I was rocking the butterfly clips so well that he couldn’t refuse. It’s totally crazy to be in love or think you’re in love at 16, but I’m just telling the story like it was. I don’t remember back that far so I can’t say that it wasn’t just a big crush or puppy love, but then again we’re married now so I guess there’s a chance we were even in love then. Hard to say. But one thing is for sure—I love being reminded of our crazy history together! Sometimes I forget that we’re high school sweethearts. What a unique part of our story.
So we wanted to celebrate big, and our definition of big is a 6:15pm reservation at our favorite Mexican food place. Lol. I kid you not, the couple at the table next to us both used walkers. But we like eating early so that’s what we did. I gave Kolby a card, which I had teared up writing. [ok maybe we’re both pretty sappy people] He told me our engagement story. I can see why the kids loved it.
Then we got an idea.
When I first told Kolby I loved him 10 years ago, I did so in a note. I handed him a note that I had written, and waited (read: sweated) as he read it, hoping that he wouldn’t turn and run or say something like, “aww, and I love spending time with you!” Totally lame that it was a note, but let’s remember, I was only a teenager. It seemed like a great plan at the time, I guess. Anyway, we’ve always wondered if that note was still somewhere at Kolby’s parents’ house. They were out of town, and we drove over to their place and went looking through some boxes with his name on them in an upstairs closet.
After two boxes full of baseball paraphernalia and Cabbage Patch Kids, we found a box labeled “Kolby books and stone critters.” I wish I was kidding. I just laughed out loud thinking about that again. Although to be fair, I also collected stone critters (all horses, obviously). Anyway, we started pulling stuff out and lo and behold, the whole bottom of the box was full of notes I had written Kolby when we were in high school. There were 104 of them. [Side note: do kids even write notes in school anymore? Or has texting taken over?] [Another side note: I had also kept all the notes Kolby wrote to me. I put them in a scrapbook album as a wedding gift.] We started reading through each one. It was seriously hilarious.
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Apparently we watched A LOT of movies at our high school. Probably every sixth note started with, “We’re watching What About Bob in psych” or something similar. Also, I was much flirtier than I ever would have given myself credit for, and I was more insecure than I remember being. It was funny how there were some things, though, that haven’t changed--- I mentioned how I was looking forward to having a bagel at lunch (still so true). I said something about a group project and how I like being in control but that I’m trying to work on that (unfortunately, still true). I apologized for giving him a hard time about his hair (it still bothers me sometimes when we’re going out and he doesn’t do his hair). I talked about him being in a really bad mood (this hardly ever happens, but when he gets grumpy he gets GRUMPY). On the positive side, I told him that I think he’s cute, a great guy, my best friend, funny, kind to me, and a man of God (all still true).
About halfway through the pile, we finally found IT. The note where I told him that I loved him. Mission accomplished. It was sweet, funny, embarrassing… everything all at once. But we have it, and that is really neat.
We spent hours poring over the notes, laughing and reminiscing. It was such a fun thing to do together, and I’m so glad we have such great accounts of that phase in our life.
So, cheers to a great Valentine’s Day and the celebration of ten years of love!
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[Family picture courtesy of the iPad. Can't you tell how much Maya loves getting picked up?]
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