What I learned today was that chocolate is a sign of affection. This morning, I awoke in my parents bed with chocolate and hearts all around me. There was some candy too. Wyatt was eating all of it with a smile on his face, and before you knew it, a kissing party broke out.
It’s called Valentine’s Day, and it happens once a year. And although I couldn’t partake in it this year, with me not being able to chew or pucker, I think I can embrace this whole scene.
Then again, with the way I’m showered with love and affection every day, maybe Valentine’s Day isn’t really that special.
That is, as long as I’m showered with chocolate every day.
Let’s make that happen. Nurse!