one last Valentine

I still do not know why I love this day so much (besides it being Celisse's birthday, and a day set apart for candy). It's not my upbringing, or being romanced by my past admirers.


"I can't figure it out," I thought, watching Philip help me polyurethane this year's paper Starbucks cup. "I just love it."


My sweet, gay coworker Zeth bought us chocolates, and it was really slow at work all night. I ate half of a Nothing Bundt Cake for breakfast. I caught up on Once Upon a Time and Downton Abbey. (oh em gee)


Tomorrow will be the 15th, and I will have to work off at least 600 calories at Crossfit, and I might even have caught strep throat from a different coworker. 
But I am happy. 
Life is pretty awesome, and I trust in a God that is really loving and really beautiful.