Valentine’s Day really said, “Let’s keep her on her toes,” huh?
This morning? Elite. 10/10. Would recommend. Hector showed up like my Uber Eats delivery knight in shining armor with both Chick-fil-A and sushi because I couldn’t decide what I wanted and apparently my love language is “bring me options.” Nothing says romance like nuggets next to a spicy tuna roll. Honestly, that’s balance. That’s growth. That’s protein diversity.
My niece and her friend are having a full-blown Galentine’s sleepover, so I popped over to supervise the chaos. We ordered pizza, set up nail stations, and entered that sacred pre-teen ceremony where glitter becomes permanently bonded to every surface. We were painting tiny nails, talking about crushes, and I’m crushing it at being the fun aunt.
And then.
Life said, “Plot twist.”
My mom is in the hospital.
So now I’m sitting here with half-dried nails, trying to figure out the fastest and cheapest way to get to Las Vegas by tomorrow. Because flights are either affordable or on time — never both. And my mom? Being her wonderfully stubborn self, does not want me to tell my siblings. Which is wild because this is literally the moment siblings were invented for. They live minutes away from my parents where I’m in a different state!
It’s such a strange emotional whiplash — from heart-shaped joy to hospital logistics in a matter of hours. One minute I’m debating gel top coat, the next I’m googling last-minute flights and whisper-yelling at airline websites.
So here I am. Grateful for Hector. Grateful for pizza and giggling girls. Grateful I can go if I need to.
If you’re having a sweet, simple Valentine’s Day, I love that for you. If yours turned into an emotional rollercoaster with a side of airfare panic — hi. We’re in this together.
Love shows up in waffle fries.
Love shows up in glitter.
Love shows up in hospital rooms.
And apparently… love also shows up with a carry-on and a last-minute flight to Las Vegas.
Happy Valentine’s Day. Hug your people a little tighter tonight. 💗
