Due to my late evening night last night I'm writing in the middle of one of my classes.
Throughout the day yesterday, after dealing with a broken truck and a problem with my bank account, I tended to allow my mind to stray here and there about the ever imposing Valentines Day.
My mother called me at 12:32 am. to wish my happy Valentines Day, I nearly threw up. I wished her the same and let her on her own, and then I started to think about my parents.
They met in 1992 at McDonald's (romantic I know). They married in about a month later, and before I know it there is a very large man in my house who I know nothing about.
However, the story isn't about me trying to figure out Jim and why he was around, the story is more designed around my parents first Valentine's Day.
When they married my parents had nothing, I mean...nothing. Very poor, struggling to make it, mom had just declared bankruptcy, the whole deal. Because of this they didn't have money to spend on each other, this included V-Day. Now, my parents worked night shifts so they would get off somewhere around 1200 am. and 200 am.
To show their love for each other and knowing that they're there for each other my parents would get together after work and drive to Wal-Mart. Inside they would go searching through the Valentine's Day cards and pick out the ones they think that each other would really
enjoy. Jim would look for a really cute looking card with lots of writing, hoping it said something sweet. My mother would find a card that was simple yet thoughtful, lacking as many words as possible because Jim struggled with reading. And they would grab those cards and walk over to each other in the isle and show each other the cards. They would laugh over the cards, and finally close them, put them back, and walk out of Wal-Mart hand in hand with a more positive outlook on life.
enjoy. Jim would look for a really cute looking card with lots of writing, hoping it said something sweet. My mother would find a card that was simple yet thoughtful, lacking as many words as possible because Jim struggled with reading. And they would grab those cards and walk over to each other in the isle and show each other the cards. They would laugh over the cards, and finally close them, put them back, and walk out of Wal-Mart hand in hand with a more positive outlook on life.My mom called me at 12:32 am. to wish my Happy Valentines Day, their first V-Day together was in 1993. She was talking to me with one hand on her cell phone, her other hand was held onto Jim's as they walked out of Wal-Mart together...
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