I love Valentines Day, not because of all the yummy chocolates, or the pretty flowers, or the jewlery, but because it reminds of just meeting Nick in 2003. I was a senior in high school and he was a year older than me just enrolled in the Army. He came home on leave for Christmas 2003, and that is when we met. We spent two weeks together that I will never forget ( We have our own "Dear John" story!) He took me on wonderful dates, we laughed a lot and just got to know eachother. When it was time for Nick to go, I spent that morning with him, not wanting to say goodbye, and when I finally drove home, I felt empty. But how? I was fine two weeks ago before I met him? and now I wasn't? I went home and I remember crying to my mom about not getting to see him for 3 months ( little did I know that in 3 years he would be gone for 15 months in Afghanistan, 3 months was easy). About an hour after I got home, my doorbell rang, and guess who it was? Nick. Standing on my door step with a dozen flowers. He said he needed to see my one last time! I knew at that moment what we had was real!
After Nick left for Oklahoma, we talked only once a week, on Sundays. That was the only day he could talk during bookcamp. We would write letters back and forth to fill in the days when we wouldn't talk. Then Valentines day 2004 came and he sent me a dozen flowers everyday for a week. It was amazing. I never had so many flowers in my house at one time! I was so smitten by this man!!
Now here we are 7 years later, and I love Nick more and more everyday. We are married, happy and anxious for what the future has in store for us. I am so thankful for Nick, he came in my life at a moment I really needed him, and he has gotten me through my hardest times of my life. I am so blessed, and lucky to have such a sweet Valentine!!
