Heaven's Valentines

I have been thinking a lot about Valentine's Day.

I am a self-proclaimed hater of the holiday but in recent years, I have changed my mind and here is why:

Well, maybe its best to start a bit further back.....

In February 2006, I was married.

I was happy.

I had the best job and the best friends and a cozy little condo built for two.

For Valentine's weekend I had booked a hotel room at a fun bed and breakfast in Logan. I was so excited! It was going to be romantic and fun and I planned to tell my husband that I was pregnant.

But that Monday he told me it was a mistake.

He wanted a divorce.

(Now don't go judging him here-he was just being honest with himself. I get that now. No reason to stay married if its not the right thing.)

For three LONG days I begged, pleaded and cried to get him to stay but I knew it was over. I moved out and into a friend's house.

Then I went to the bed and breakfast by myself. It was already paid for and I needed to get away to think.

I called him and told him about the baby. He of course didn't believe me. (I wouldn't have believed it either had I been him-I was super clingy and desperate.)

He said, "Well I hope you miscarry," and hung up. (AGAIN-he didn't really know that I was being honest. To this day, I don't know if he ever really believed it.)

The next morning I lost the baby.

I was alone.

I honestly wanted to die.

But I didn't.

I went back to my friend's house and got on my knees.

I wanted to pour out my heart to God.

I wanted to say everything that I was feeling.

But all I could get out was, "Please."

Please.

And I lost it.

That deep, thick sobbing that only a truly broken heart can produce.

I felt that I had lost EVERYTHING and that I could never be happy again. Ever.

But then my head cleared and I felt that still small voice whisper, "Everything you have lost will be returned to you in one year."

A year later, on the day before Valentine's, my Bobby proposed.

We were married six months later and a few weeks after that discovered I was pregnant with Murdock.

And now we have Watson, a house, lovely pets and more than I ever thought possible.

My cup runneth over.

And then today, my dearest friend received word that in two weeks from now, on Valentine's Day, her daughter Eleanor will FINALLY (after a three year wait,) be all hers.

God is there.

He keeps his promises.

And every now and then, he even sends a valentine.

PS-Don't you just want to squeeze her?

AND my ex-husband found his happily ever after as well.

This story has the happiest of endings, yes?