Typically I hate Valentines Day. I grew up hating it because everyone else got to celebrate my birthday and although I got to celebrate my birthday, I never had a reason to celebrate Valentines Day. I also hate that the minute Christmas is over out comes the Valentines Day stuff. Red and pink and white and hearts for a month and a half.
I grew up on 5 acres outside of several small towns. The school I went to was comprised of the kids from two of those towns and the surrounding areas. It was rural small farm country where people knew each other and when something happened everyone found out about it.
My graduating class size was under 300. I didn't fit into any of the social groups. I was the outsider that had friends in them all but was not really considered a part of any one of them. I didn't date anyone in middle or high school. I did like several guys from our church but they were all too cool for me. After high school I spent a semester at a college four hours away from my parents. I went because my sister was attending there. By then I was tired of following in her footsteps and I absolutely hated dorm life. I moved back home found a job providing respite care and started school again in the fall at our local college commuting from home. Most all my classes were female as I was getting an associates in early childhood. I was still attending my home church and most everyone I knew had gone off to college so no guys were around to date.
One guy did start to show interest about the time I started college from home. He was a friend of the family and had just finished basic training for the army. His dad and step mom were friends with my parents but he lived with his mom so we didn't see much of him. I got the impression he was more interested in my older sister than he was in me but since she wasn't available I was next best. He called or wrote every couple months but then would disappear just as quickly as he had appeared.
Meanwhile I graduated with my associates degree and moved to Nashville Tennessee to work on my bachelors degree at a college that was providing me with a half ride due to good grades. I lived with my older sister for a while and then in my own place and back in with her a time or two whenever I lost a roommate. I started attending a really awesome church downtown on music row and got involved with their college age single young adult group. A couple of guys showed interest in me at this time but I still did not pursue dating anyone. I hung out with the group and left it at that. College didn't provide many options either since I lived off campus and was not involved in college social life. I was really interested in this one guy that showed up at small group every once in a while but no matter how much I tried to show interest in him it was never reciprocated. Instead he would ask for friends information so he could ask them out.
During my last year of college that friend of the family showed back up in my life. I was so frustrated with him at that point I let him know point blank I was tired of him playing around. We started dating and it lasted between five and six months. Valentines fell during that time and he gave me my first Valentines Day gift as well as a birthday present. A month later I found out he was seeing someone as well and broke it off with him as he wasn't man enough to tell me himself.
I swore off guys for while after that. I didn't want to end up with a two timer or someone that didn't really care about my feelings for more than a few passing moments.
Months later I had a dream. It was about that guy from small group and I dreamed he was getting married to a girl and I was an onlooker. This got me to really thinking about him. I had not seen him in months at church and had no way of contacting him. I had just graduated and was putting feelers out for jobs but didn't really know where i was going or what i was doing.
God had things planned for me though. I noticed him at church a few Sundays later and I pounced. You have to know that I read enough books to know how a man needs to treat a lady. You also have to know my daddy taught us girls that guys were the ones to make the move not us. I threw daddy's advice out the window and listened to God's promoting. I approached him and was straightforward in letting him know I had noticed him missing from church. I also proceeded to tell him I had a dream about him and to tell him about the dream. (My thoughts afterward were oh my, I hope I didn't screw this thing up). He proceeded to tell me that he was dating someone but not any indication of marriage anytime soon. My sister and brother in law saw us talking and invited him over for lunch at their house.

After a picnic lunch in their backyard first my sister disappears and then shortly after my brother in law. Conveniently leaving the two of us alone. I struggled to find something we had in common and we finally started discussing books and what we each had read or not read. We introduce each other to some amazing books during that conversation.
We didn't set anything up to meet after that but left it, assuming we would see each other at church the next week. I saw him at church alright...with the girl he was dating. I was furious to say the least. He tried to introduce her to me and I blew him off and was extremely rude. Then he had the nerve to sit right in my line of sight so I had to look at them the entire service! I sat the entire service thinking about how rude I had been and that I needed to apologize. I decided I would after service but when I went to find them they had disappeared I thought I lost my chance and had ruined everything. I walked sulking to my car and guess who was parked right beside it? And guess who was sitting in his truck talking? Yep, Him. I got my nerves together and taped on the window of his truck. Humbling myself big time I apologized to them both, said goodbye, got into my car and left.
He called that night! We set up a date for the following Saturday. We played golf (he told me later it was a test). Saturday led to spending the day with him after church on Sunday. Sunday night I told him that if he planned on pursuing me he had to dump the other girl. Which he did and she graciously told him she knew when I apologized to them that she had competition. After that we couldn't get enough of each other. June, July, August, September, October all flew by. I met his family who all live in TN, I took him to Ohio to meet mine. (Will never forget him asking about the "birds" being so loud at night). My parents questioned me and questioned him to make sure I wasn't making a mistake. I begged my dad not to give him the "date your daughter" test but instead asked if he could take him out to breakfast.
November 19, 2005 I was walking out of my apartment to go do some errands with no plans to be back until late that afternoon. I happened to look down at the lower parking lot for some reason (God) and saw his truck. Weird I thought because he told me he was busy that day. After looking around for him I spotted him and he berated me for ruining his plans. I explained I was going out for the day and if he had plans that involved me he better let me know now. I listened as he explained his plan and graciously went back into my apartment so he could carry out his secret plans. A scavenger hunt and many hours later Handsome proposed to me. Four months later we were married and I now have a forever Valentine!