I had no idea what I would do. I had no idea how I would react. But I knew it was coming.
My mother called on Saturday, February 13 and told me he was gone.
I was quiet.
I was calm.
I was numb.
I was alone with the ballerinas.
BSD was coming home the next day. Valentine's Day was the next day. They were so excited about the next day.
I couldn't tell them. I didn't tell them. I waited.
I was determined not to ruin Valentine's Day. We have a family tradition on Valentines' Day. And the ballerinas look forward to it almost as much as Christmas morning.
On Valentine's Day, we cover the table in newspaper.
Cook up a big batch of crab legs.
And then we feast.
There are gifts. Nothing extravagant. BSD was gone for a month and unsure of his exact return date so he sent roses. A big beautiful bouquet of roses. Unfortunately, I didn't get a picture of them. :(
The ballerinas each got a little candy necklace making kit and a hula hoop.
And this year, after realizing how important it is to cherish those you love while you can, I stayed up late on Saturday night creating little "Love Tins." I spray painted, cut out hearts, turned them into stickers, and then stuffed the cans with 20 things that I love about each of my Valentines.
There were smiles.
" Nuh Uhs!"
A few "Most Defs."
And even some near tears.
It was a Valentine's Day I'll never forget.