Happy Valentine’s Day!!!
Sadly, I’m spending my Valentine’s Day watching Hallmark movies and eating heart shaped Walmart chocolate. But that’s just fine and dandy because I’ve got my friends online….No? You all have lovers? Well, darn.
Recently, I read something by one of my good friends, Gabriel. He has a WONDERFUL blog and he’s such a lovely writer. This was a short story about zombies! He wrote it last Valentine’s Day, but I’m bringing it back because it’s excellent. The link is right here and I really recommend you read it. 🙂
If you’re looking for a book to read on Valentine’s Day, I recommend Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell and anything by John Green. My favorite book by John Green is Paper Towns (for the record, I read it way before the movie came out.) Some more books that I think are worth reading on Valentine’s Day is the Fallen series by Lauren Kate or The Selection series by Kiera Cass.
Just for your information, all of those books have some kind of romance factor to them.
Some of my favorite movies to watch on Valentine’s Day (can you tell that I’ve been single on Valentine’s Day before? :P) are, of course, The Notebook, Dirty Dancing, Crazy Stupid Love, Romeo and Juliet (the one with Leonardo DiCaprio is the best, in my opinion), 50 First Dates, Warm Bodies, and no list would be complete without the four hour Titanic movie.
If you’re going to spend the day listening to music, I’d say listen to Sleeping At Last. The singer does magnificent covers and originals and it’s really worth a listen. And A Fine Frenzy is great! There’s so much passion in all of the songs from those two singers.
In case you don’t want to be a lovey today, you can read The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer by Michelle Hodkin (even though it does have some love moments in it) or Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead (also some love in there).
Some un-Valentine’s movies are: Inglorious Bastards, Divergent, Zombieland (because we can’t go without some zombies), and 300 (Gerard Butler has his shirt off for most of this movie, so it’a a must ;P).
Of course, some music for those of you who despise the day: Black Veil Brides, My Chemical Romance, Suicide Silence, All Time Low, Sleeping With Sirens, Nirvana, System of a Down, and Slipknot (I know, all of those bands were rock, but that’s pretty much all I know).
There you go! Some of my favorites for the day in two situations. 🙂 (Sorry I got a little excited there with all of the songs. By the way, these are some of my favorite songs- just so you know.)
I hope you all enjoyed reading this and I’ll send you guys off with an excerpt from my contemporary novel. Mind you, this is some serious spoilers from a book that may be published in the future (your about to read the last few chapters). If you don’t want to be spoiled, then you don’t have to read it….but it’s really good, so…..
Bye you guys! ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
My mother always wanted me to have a wedding on a beach, so I did just that. There was a long white carpet starting at where I was standing and ending a few feet from the shore where Daniel was waiting for me. I couldn’t see him yet, but I could see the top of the archway where he was supposed to be.
My mother’s wedding dress was still in perfect condition and I tried to think of any other time it would be appropriate to wear it, but found nothing. So, there I was- walking down the aisle in my mother’s wedding dress. It was flowy and had a train about a foot long. Daniel had never seen it before, but I knew he would love it.
The music started and I felt my father tug on my arm to get me to start moving. I looked up at him and he winked. “You look just like your mother did on our wedding day,” he said to me. That brought a huge smile on my face and it stayed there the whole time walking down the carpet until I saw Daniel. He was looking my way expectantly with a smile on his face and when he saw me, his smile fell and he gasped. My smile wavered a little. He didn’t like the dress. My worst nightmare was actually coming true.
Richard, Daniel’s best man, stood a little behind him with his arm wrapped through his boyfriend’s, Travis who was another one of Daniel’s groomsmen. Richard gave me a thumbs up and it encouraged me to keep going.
I walked more quickly towards him and when we got there and my father put my hand in Daniel’s, Daniel leaned in and whispered, “I didn’t know it was possible, but I think I love you more than I ever did.” And then the tears came.
Daniel reached up to my face and gently wiped my tears with the sleeve of his suit. “It’s a good thing you wore water-proof mascara,” he said and laughed.
We went through all of the important things and the priest asked if we had any other vows to say. I had a piece of paper in my hand that I pulled out. My vows took me a year to write and they were sappy, but they came from my heart.
Of course, Daniel was never good with words so he simply said, “I have always loved you and I always will.”
Then when I heard the words, “You may kiss the bride”, I wrapped my arms tightly around Daniel’s neck and looked into his eyes before he brought his lips to mine.
Fifty- Years Later
“And then we lived happily ever after,” Rosemary finishes. Our children, Lilly, Molly, Anne, and David sit on the floor in front of Rose and me, surrounded by our grandchildren.
I grab Rosemary’s hand- the one with her ring on it- and kiss each of her knuckles. She smiles and says, “Will you excuse me a moment?” and leaves the room.
“When we were kids I had heard little bits and pieces of yours and mom’s life, but that was extraordinary. You two are like a fairytale,” Anne says. She looks just like Rosemary did when she was Anne’s age except with my blue eyes and that smirk that Rose always liked.
“Fairytales are a made up story to teach kids life lessons. Ours is a real story that won’t teach anyone anything other than love is a powerful thing and can destroy someone as well as pick them back up and show them the way. Ours is simply a love story and, like endings of others, has a happy ending that will live forever.” I take a deep breath. “Now, I think we should start making lunch so that we can go play at the park after.”
“I’ll make lunch,” Molly says and everyone else follows her except for me. I stay behind and admire the small bookshelf on the far wall of my studio. I was never a big reader, but I read every single thing Rosemary had ever published. I keep all of her books- thirteen to be exact- on this little bookshelf.
On the other walls, placed in different height intervals, are all of her poems or articles that she wrote. Right above my favorite easel is a copy of Rose’s only album. After she read her wedding vows, I loved them so much that she made it into a song. It was my favorite song. She named it “Counting the Years”. Also on the album are her other piano pieces. I was convinced, and still am, that she could be another Mozart, but she doesn’t want to be special. She just wants to be Rosemary. And I love her for that and I always will.
I leave Daniel’s studio and go to my office that’s in the room directly in front of his.
As I look at the walls, I’m taken back in time to when we were teenagers. Although Daniel and I do live happily ever after, my teenage years were the best years of my life. Every inch of the wall space is completely covered in Daniel’s art. We even had to move some of it to the family room a few months back since there wasn’t enough room. My favorite piece was the Rose he painted for me and gave to me for Christmas just fifty years ago. It hangs above my computer.
Across the room is a sofa that I only sat on once, now covered in paper cranes. All of my floor is also covered in paper birds with the exception of a small walkway from my door to my desk that I made. My desk had also accumulated birds over the years and I walk over to them. I pick up the crane that he gave me when he proposed- a little blue crane with a string attached to its beak in order to hold the ring. It was my favorite crane.
I never knew that Danny wrote messages under the wings until he told the story to our children and grandchildren, but it would explain why Richard always looked under it. I lift up the wing of the little blue bird and hidden underneath a fold are the words “I love you.”
I hear Daniel playing my album in his studio and feel my feet move towards the sound without my consent. I don’t fight it, though.
He stands in front of his radio that sits on his window sill and looks out into the forest that lies right behind our house. I walk up behind him quietly and place my hand on his shoulder. He turns around and smiles at me before grabbing my hand and pulling me to the center of the room. I laugh and let him lead me in the dance. I could live forever in our love story.