Valentine’s Day is full of happy memories for me. Once upon a time, I got married on Valentine’s Day and had a beautiful snowy Chicago wedding. And once upon a longer time, Valentine’s Day was the very first holiday that a boy did something so over-the-top amazing, it was the first time a boy made me feel special. And, isn’t that how every girl/woman wants to feel every day, but especially on Valentine’s Day? I was a junior in high school and home hanging with my family when the doorbell rang. I think Mom beat me to the door so I settled back to my spot at the kitchen counter talking with one of my brothers when Mom calls, “Laur, it’s for you!”
I’m like what? It’s never for me. Really? It took about two seconds for me to scoot to the front door. A guy I had met on a blind date stood out in the cold, his feet buried in snow––holding a box. He handed the pizza box to me, winked, said “Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful” and made a dash back to his delivery car. I watched him back out of the driveway. When he turned the corner and vanished I slammed the front door shut and ran to the kitchen. My brother was like, give me some. The smell of pepperoni hit us all at once. I flipped the lid open and there, sitting in the box was a slightly oozy, wonderfully gooey pepperoni pizza in the shape of a heart.
Do you love love this year? Or has love punched you in the gut? I guess it doesn’t matter, it’s always fun to read about a happily ever after. Even if that happily ever after is nowhere you thought you would ever want to go. So, this Valentine’s Day I’ve reduced Winnemucca, a small-town fairy tale to 99 cents! It’s #1 on three different Amazon lists at the moment and is my first best-seller. If you want to read a story where fear’s as blind as love, click here to get your copy now. The deal’s over after the last piece of heart-shapped pizza is devoured