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Favorite Valentine’s Day Memory


After a stressful day of working in a photography job in Jackson, driving home to be welcomed by the dogs as well as “my partner in crime” was the best idea of a Valentine’s Day celebration ever. The hour long drive seemed to last forever and mentally exhausting. Fatigue and hunger setting in, it took every ounce of energy left within a tired soul to get out of the car and walk up those three steps to the doorway of home. The door swings open and soft, warm lights derived from every candle in the abode is lit. Eventually adjusting to the low levels of soft lighting, white arrows direct the course of where to go with cute messages and clues on things to ponder on while on the adventure. The stairs mixed with high-heeled work shoes didn’t work well together and created a momentary trip loud enough to wake up the neighbors. Profane words and gestures enter the candle-lit atmosphere as the shoes are thrown across the room in shame. Climbing up those purple stairs with the guide of the arrows, a button must be pushed in order to move on to the next area. Click and then magically, a song fills the weary heart full of happiness because of the memories associated with dancing to it many, many times in times too numerous to count. The door to the bedroom is closed with an arrow saying in a condescending manner “Open me.” Lo and behold, there are red roses, balloons, two champagne glasses decorated with red-silver hearts and a red champagne bucket filled with ice as well as my favorite brand of Asti. After the feelings of bliss overcome the senses, the closet doors swings open with a man wearing rubber-ducky boxers coming towards the general direction of the hopeless romantic. Laughter mixes with tears of surprise and awe to the details of the occasion. DVD’s of favorite movies and jewlery to appease the hippie’s soul are small tokens of love given to the writer of this article. Nothing super expensive but the thought by far as well as the effort, made that Valentine’s Day the hardest to top.