Valentine's Day

I am not a believer in Valentine's Day. I've been known to call it a stupid day, the worst holiday, and the day of black. My joy for the day first died in seventh grade. I had hopes of "going out" with the quarterback of the eighth grade football team. Our mothers worked together. We were friends. He was the person at school I liked better than most everyone else. He never liked me back. In high school, the boy spurned me by calling me "Sharece Maurice" after Drew Barrymore's character in Never Been Kissed. He was not the only reason I didn't like Valentine's Day. As I grew older, I hated the way the day of love was so commercialized. It became such a nuisance.

Today, I participated in the Valentine's celebration with the sweetest group of third graders known to man. I had a lot of fun. The way the kids cared about each other and helped each other have fun almost renewed my faith in Valentine's Day.