Vee Day

Today is the day folks. 

It's V-day, and people are either totally pissed and whining about how much this day sucks, or people are over-the-top cheese-ball and won't stop talking about how totally awesome and

 perfect and wonderful their partner is.

Which means really, V-day is kinda like D-day...in the sense that it has potential to be very volatile.

See what I did there?

I myself, don't need a whole blog post to tell you about how I love my husband.

I married him.

Usually that implies that you love a person. ...unless of course you're Kim Kardashian. 

In fact, I probably couldn't even devote a whole blog post to tell you about all the V-day's we've spent together. Truth be told, I can't really remember them. And plus V-day has never really been one of those monumental holidays for us anyway. 

Case in point:

One year Nate got me a stuffed animal and a six-pack of bottled water.

"...cause you know, I know you like bottled water and stuff."

I give him a break on that one cause A.) we were in high school, and B.) I always drank tap water until he convinced me it was nasty, and I believed him and started buying bottled water instead.

It was his teenage, high school version of being thoughtful I suppose. 

Anyway, we've certainly been together a lot of years, which means we've been together for a lot of V-days too. And while I don't necessarily remember all the V-days, I do remember all the things that have changed over time...or not.

Nate and I used to fight a lot. 

Like, a lot.

I'm just glad we got it out of our systems when we were teenagers, cause now that we're older, we just don't have the energy for it even if we wanted to.

Nate used to always break up with me on Thursdays...during Youth Group.

So now, if there's ever a disagreement I always give him fair warning that I'm gonna break up with him on Thursday, so he better get ready. 

Cause Thursday is break-up day.

Does it count as your "first date" if your parents are driving you to Freshman homecoming?

Either way, we totes drive ourselves around now when we go out...cause we're big kids.

Nate used to wear articles of clothing professing his love for me.

...I haven't seen that happen in a while.

Just sayin'.

We used to do the Cha Cha Slide at Homecoming dances...

and I made sure to do the same at our wedding

Mandy Moore, Jessica Simpson, and Britney Spears used to adorn the wall of teenage 

Nathan's bedroom.

They don't anymore.

Cause now we share the same bedroom.

And I just won't have that.

(Do you recognize the lovely lady in the background?! It's Tyah! From Humble Haro Abode!)

Nate still doesn't like the overalls look.

I rocked the crap outta those overalls throughout my entire jr. high and high school career... 

and I didn't even care.

My parent's weren't huge Nate fans when we were young.

After all, he broke up with me every Thursday.

But now they totally love him, and my mom doesn't like to go hiking without him and my dad calls him for recommendations on what kind of boots to buy.

So you know, the things that need to change, do (e.g. my overalls), and the things that don't, don't.

Like me and you.

Happy V-day man.