Happy Ash Wednesday everyone. Seems sort of awkward to be celebrating today but what else do you do when this shows up on your front porch?
That’s right. Years of Catholic school didn’t stop my dad from scheduling my Valentine to arrive on Ash Wednesday.
I shouldn’t be surprised really. I mean this is the same guy who included yogurt-coated dog treats a few years ago before Finn was even in the picture. The same one who probably giggled at the exact time my faced flushed as the intercom blared that I needed to come to the office to accept a flower delivery from a ‘secret admirer’ in 7th grade.
The guy who still thinks his best year yet was the one in which he delivered my sister and I leopard print high-heeled shoes made completely out of chocolate.
And while I poke fun at the scenarios, I realize I’m very lucky.
Lucky to have grown up always celebrating love and thankful for the first guy that showed me what it meant.