Valentine

Knowing my penchant for depression around the holidays, I intentionally planned enough activities to keep myself active and busy all day on Saturday. First thing in the morning, the kids and I got dressed and headed out to the gym. I sweat out my frustration and loneliness by throwing all my energy into my regular Zumba routine. On the way home, we stopped at Jeremy's school to pick up our Market Day order, and then it was home to meet two brothers from our church for a home visit. My the time they left, it was lunchtime, and I quickly fed an exhausted Brooklyn, got her down for a nap, then fed the boys before I climbed into the shower. Later in the day we went to Sam's Club to pick up two pizzas, and Janice and her family joined us for dinner and a viewing of "Horton Hears a Who", which--by the way--was completely adorable. Once the movie ended, it was time to put everybody to bed. Then, the difficult part of the day began. I attended an adult single's dance last night that was sponsored by my church. Singles in my age bracket, all who are members of the LDS church, gathered together at a church building here in Cincinnati, and we spent the evening dancing together. In reality, it was more fun than I thought it would be. I danced with several men, and although each of them lacked any special 'spark' for me, it was still a treat to spend the evening 'out'. To be touched, even casually, was an unexpected pleasure. I flirted, I laughed, I had a good time.

I wish that I had somebody special to share the traditional day with, but in the absence of that option, I'll settle for a good time with friends.