I’ve celebrated this day many times before. But I guess it’s true, no matter how many times you experience something, who you experience it with changes everything.This time, it meant something entirely different.This day of “love”… suddenly everything had to be perfect. What I wore had to be perfect. My hair had to be perfect. The way I smelled had to be perfect. I had to be perfect.And I know you’d probably tell me I didn’t need to put that kind of pressure on myself… but how could I not? I knew what I wanted to see in your eyes the moment they landed on me.It’s funny, this is a day the whole world celebrates love, and it never really mattered much to me before. But this time, I knew it was different… because I’m different.I’m different because of the love you pour into me.We were intentional. We made reservations, We went out, had this amazing, intimate dinner at my favorite restaurant, and yes, it was perfect. You were so beautiful. I felt so loved. But the truth is… we could’ve done absolutely anything, and it still would’ve felt just as perfect.
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