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Last night, we finally sat down with our third grader and started to get his Valentines Day stuff together. You know...mailbox thing and the little Valentines Day card.

I was so excited.

I had pinned a few ideas for mailboxes for him. I had all the supplies needed to make any kind of box he wanted. My creative juices were flowing.

But I forgot "the game" was on.

Dammit.

What I thought in my head would be like when I was little...sitting at the table with my mom, finding the perfect valentine to give to each classmate. I remember picking out the lovey-dovey ones to give to the boys that I liked and making sure the perfect matches were made for my friends. The mailbox was a big deal too. My dad would get involved in the planning and it always ended up being something way beyond my creative mind at the time. (thanks mom and dad)

I loved Valentines Day class parties. My mom would always get heart shaped cookies and have each kids name wrote on these huge cookies.

I have really fond memories of the Valentines Days for my childhood.

But maybe Valentines Day is just a girl thing....

Because my son was not interested. At all.

KU was playing and they've been on a three game losing streak and were playing K-State and it was all a very big deal.

Don't get me wrong...I love KU Basketball as much as the next person. But it was time to get into Valentines Day mode.

I could barely make him pay attention enough to write him name. Let alone look over everything I pinned for him.



I was excited for my son to be able to pick out the perfect Valentine for the girl in his class that he's got a crush on. But...nope...they don't even write names on them anymore! Just who the card is from. Teachers said it takes too long the other way.

This makes me a little sad.

---Yes, I know, I'm making this all about me.---

But all was not lost. He finished writing his Valentines and ended up with a pretty cool looking mail box after all.

I've recently started running.

I'm following the Couch to 5K program on my phone.

It's amazing. I feel completely amazing.

In the past week, I've ran eight miles. That's probably more then I've ran my whole life.

I never thought I was a "runner". In high school, I took dance classes and loved basketball. But when it came to running, I hated it.

I married a runner twelve years ago. He'll go for a run, and be gone for close to an hour. I never got it.

Before, this is what I thought about running...