Valentine's Day Memories

I know that it is a little early to be thinking about Valentine's Day. But I can's help but think about it around this time. Valentine's Day is one of those holidays that I love and hate at the same time. Let me tell you two stories that relate to Valentine's Day that happened to me.

Pipe Cleaner Pawprint

When I was 13 I had my first love. He was a charmer and goof play. I could see myself marrying him. Although we had many disagreements about what we wanted to be when we grew up. But when we were "official" he made me a pawprint out of pipe cleaners. I can still almost remember the nervous look on his face when he gave it to me.

A few months later I was longer and carving a deeper relationship with him. My mom and dad talked with his parents and they all decided that we could not date until we were other 18. I just needed to wait for four more years at the time. But he was two years younger than me. This put us at odds.

I told him one Wednesday night that I just wanted to be friends. That I wasn't comfortable with being anything more. That was the last time we spoke to each other. But I kept the pawprint until I was 21. The reason why I couldn't get rid of it sooner is that I wanted to hold onto that hope. That we might become something in the future. It has been a little more than ten years since we last spoke.

A Kiss From Grandma

Now this one really did happen on Valentine's day. But there is some context you need to know first. I have a very dear aunt who was like a second mom to me. She would try to come and see us at least once a year. She would also send us chocolate and stuff animals for Valentine's Day. Now at the time of this story, I was nine or ten.

My mom had just divided the chocolate that my aunt sent. It split evenly between me and my two sisters. We were also playing with our new stuff animals. I ate one of the chocolate kisses and touched my cheek. I remember saying to my sisters that Grandma had kissed me. I started going on babbling some nonsense that I no longer remember. My mom came into the dining room and looked at me sternly. She then told me that the package came from my aunt. Embarrassed I stopped talking. My sisters tried to use this to tease me for a while.

Now how could I have been so confused about that? While I was young I could not remember how anyone was related to me. And since most of our family lived in the same city it made it a little harder to remember who sent the package. All I could remember is that my Grandma lived in that city.

Closing Thoughts

This blog is for my Etsy shop. If you would like to see what I do please go to my shop. I make plushies and fake potion bottles. I will try to keep up this blog and post every other day. I will talk about the why behind my shop and some of the items. I also like to tell stories about what is happening to me. Thank you for stopping by. Here is the link to my shop, Trinket Shoppee. If you have questions for me you can comment them below or email me at trinketshoppee@gmail.com. Talk to you later.