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Valentines Day has not been “my favorite” for a very long time.

I’ve been married for a decade. Or a millennium. It depends on the day you ask me. I’m not going to get all cheesy and say that everyday should be Valentine’s Day, because that would get really annoying, if you ask me.

However, I kind of hate being told what to do and how to feel. And I feel like Valentine’s Day is something that’s kind of arbitrary. I’ll express my undying love on my own terms, thank you very much.

I had a friend in college who would send her friend hate mail on that day, effectively spitting in the face of the Hallmark created holiday.

I always thought was such a rockstar thing to do, but the thought of explaining the whole spiel to someone else seemed like such a buzzkill (I’m thinking that’s one of those things that have to happen organically…plus, I’m just not that cool).

But I’ve finally found my niche with the holiday.

Three words: construction paper hearts.

As a kid, I remember using actual school time to create our valentines mailboxes. It was awesome. Any excuse to render glitter as a necessary item was, (and still is), cause for total elation.

The one thing I never got was the boxed valentines. They were just lame. There were only so many choices in the store, and invariably, you’d get duplicates and triplicates of the same cartoon character.

And the cards were so tiny, it was impossible to write little more than your name. I remember throwing them away as a kid, moments after I walked in the door from school, because there was no meaning attached to those little supermarket cards.

Now I’m a mama, and I’ve reached that magical point where both of my kids are in school. Let’s take a moment to truly absorb that statement.

Cue trumpets. Both. Kids. In. School.

I’m not proud to admit that I actually went through the motions and bought the flimsy little cards for both children to pass out in school. I was looking at the sad little boxes on my fridge, when it hit me.

I’m a grownup!

I can do whatever the hell I want!

So, we piled the kiddos into the car, and went in search of valentine making instruments.

I am obnoxiously proud that my kiddos will be handing out valentines that they made all by themselves. Some of them are lopsided, and much like snowflakes, no two are alike. But they were made with their own two glue covered hands, and I think they’re totally amazing.

So amazing, in fact, that they may end up handing out those sad little pre-fabricated cards after all. I kind of can’t bear to part with any of them.

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