With All Of My Heart.

It's that time of year. Again.

I wake up to the sound of the melting snow outside that could easily be mistaken for a steady downpour. So appropriate. The fact that our winter wonderland is disappearing before our very eyes is synonymous with the somewhat depressing side of this holiday we find ourselves celebrating today. And yes, I am aware that I am writing in some absurdly long sentences. I'm also very aware of my spelling problem this morning [firefox loves to correct my spelling. which, don't get me wrong, I love too!].
I've celebrated Valentines Day a few times in my short lifetime. I'd say two of them were celebrated at school. When I was in relationships. And I always bought my date the exact same thing: an extra large Hershey's Kiss. Those things are huge, and freeze marvelously in the freezer. I'm still waiting for them to come out with extra large Hugs. I would probably die. I also remember celebrating the day in elementary school, making these elaborate boxes and delivering my foil cards to every classmate. And I will admit - when it was time to rummage through our notes, I always ate the candy from my friends' valentines, but never even thought about opening the sweets that came from the "weirdo" kids in the class.

But I suppose that I may have, in fact, been one of those "weirdo" kids now that I think about it. I had a lot of friends, but we were all quite strange back then. If you look at me though, I guess you could figure that not all of us grow out of that stage.

Being the teenage girl I am, and the one that I've become and grown up to be, the hopeless romantic side of me can't help but wallow in this day. I'm lonely.
And I just got called to cover someone's shift at work. 
But that's fine. That just means I can make my car payment this month.

So. In conclusion.
Valentines Day makes me tired. All the flowers and chocolates and dinner dates and broken things.
A day to be excited. A day to be alone.
A day that makes and breaks the hearts of the world.

New Things.

It's been snowing. 

Just let that last statement sort of soak in. I mean, really. Snow? Here? Get real. It was something ridiculous like 4 to 6 inches too.
Which brings us to our four day weekend.

There is nothing better than laying in bed, listening to the tiny taps of the snow on your window. I dipped into my covers late Thursday night and lent an ear to mother nature's mixtape she had so kindly left behind. With a full cup of NyQuil in my throat I let my eyes roll back and hummed to the Snow Patrol that burned my mind with sleep. It took me only minutes to find my evening's peace, and I was silent for the remainder of the night.

But now I'll backtrack. My mind remembers Thursday at school. How glorious it was to finish practice that morning and find myself laughing and smiling the hardest I probably had in a long time. Level tackling our own snowmen, a few snowballs here and there. And then first period, getting to watch the boys go out and play. I stayed inside, let my moccasins dry out, and cut some pieces of pipe for a project. Second period, a drag. Fourth period, I could of cared less. But third period. AP English. Not only one of my favorite classes, but our teacher actually let us go outside. We bundled up and ran away. Outside and into the abyss of white snow. The yearbook team came out as well, taking pictures and making just as big of a mess outside as we were. My AP teacher wanted a picture of one of her students making a snow angel....and you know who did it. I willingly flopped down on the ground and spread my wings. And even though my jeans were soaking wet, the smile on her face was awesome. The day was amazing. Hands down.

And now I'm at home. Transitioning from grounding to normalcy. Cleaning my room. Listening to the snow, now melting, outside.
I'm tired. And sore.

But this Texas winter couldn't be any better.