Valentine's day has always been kinda weird for me. For one thing, it's my parents' anniversary. Like most little girls, I always wanted to know all about my parents' wedding. I wanted to know where it was, what did my mom's dress look like, how was the service. Unfortunately my dad isn't much of an open book when it comes to these things and my mom refuses to tell me much. I've only seen maybe 2 or 3 pictures from their wedding. My mom simply eludes to the fact that this was a painful and confusing day for her because even though she was marrying the man she loved, half of the guests didn't show up and the other half just showed up out of spite. Valentine's day always makes me think of weddings and families and love. What does love really mean? Why the heck do we even care about Valentines day anyways. I sent my boyfriend a link to a story about a guy who had his girlfriend drawn up as different disney princesses for valentines day. He of course responded saying "great, now what am I supposed to do." I promptly added that he could just do exactly what he did last year, nothing. It was fun to pretend like I was hurt but I really don't care about gifts or cheap chocolate. I guess one of the most important gifts a person you love can give you is security. Something my parents' didn't feel on their wedding day. How could they when they were surrounded by family members that told them they were making a horrible mistake.