During my typical years of teenage angst I had a very unwanted hatred of Valentine’s Day. I excitedly looked forward to the small heart box of chocolates by daddy gave me and my sister every year since I was a little girl. I always knew I would have this small treasure. But, as I got older, I desperately wanted a Valentine of my own to lavish me with silly gifts. I would look through all the sales sheets in the paper leading up to the big day and imagine what heart shaped JCPenney necklace I would want as a gift. I (probably rudely) dismissed gifts from unwanted Valentine’s. Eventually, I channeled my energy into making Valentine’s Day special for others – friend, family, etc. I decided to embrace the celebration of love in broader forms. Then I met my husband.
Ever since that very hot June day 13 years ago, Valentine’s Day has been my favorite holiday. My hubby has never failed to amaze me every Valentine’s Day. Two years ago he even bought me the cheesy JCPenney heart shaped necklace that I’d dreamed of years ago. I didn’t even know he remembered me telling him that story. Well, this year was no departure from the typical amazing thoughtfulness. This year he gave me a voice.
Last night I walked into our room and saw a brand new writing desk (one I had seen and loved years ago), a glass of wine, chocolate and flowers. My laptop sat on the new desk opened to my new website! My husband has told me for years to start a blog/write a book/share my voice. I have toyed with the idea for years, especially since surgical residency has provided me with pages and pages of material – both amazing and heart breaking. So, here is my Valentine’s Day gift, my recovery room. Please come here and hang out with me as I share my stories and my crafts. Feel free to share your recovery too!