One Valentine

    It might simply be printed paper to some but there is a significance to this small rectangle hanging on my wall. I hadn't felt so beautiful before or, so far, after that night. My hair was a beautiful shade of bright red, short and spiked, but stylish. My nails were done. I was dressed in a gorgeous glitter red cocktail dress, black heels, a nice black dress jacket, and my tan winter jacket over everything. I had glitter all over me. I was about 6 months pregnant but I felt ravishing. I felt my husband only had eyes for me. That no one on earth even existed. My husband was so clean cut, with his gelled hair and a fresh shave. So handsome, and in my eyes perfect.
   The weather was quit cold. There was snow on the ground and the air was crisp. The black night sky and twinkling stars romanticized and enhanced every moment. We had gone out with my wonderful sister and her husband to see a movie. Sad to say I dwelt so much on my photos this whole time, I cannot remember what movie we saw.
  Sitting in the car my sister and I decided to use my camera to take pictures of each other with our husbands. Being a mom I don't get very many opportunities to be in front of the camera instead of behind. A few shots were taken with our faces side by side. We decided to kiss for one of the pictures. It might sound silly, but I never kissed in front of a camera, especially on purpose. It was almost like a first kiss. I was so full of nerves and slightly embarrassed. To this day I will never forget my sweet memory on the small rectangle piece of printed paper on my wall.

My Valentine.