Arizona is 100 years old this Valentine’s Day.
I woke up early to the sound of pouring rain. It’s one of my favorite things about living here, when it rains, it really rains.
The sky opens up, sheets of water drop and then it’s sunny and fresh and beautiful. The day started with rain and a gorgeous cloud filled sunrise.
I was grateful to live in my state this morning and I wished her (are states her?) a wonderful 100th Birthday.
Arizona is not the easiest state to live in. There are times the heat is pretty close to unbearable, we do have these dust storms and it actually gets really cold in the winter.
We are not California with the mild weather and we don’t have an ocean. Arizona is enchanting in her own right, but she’s a tough state to love sometimes.
Today it was easy.
While I don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day (except for another excuse to buy my children things), I do often think about love on this day.
For a lot of people Valentine’s Day represents romance, but it’s also an “easy to love” day.
Gifts are set out in stores, flower prearranged, there’s protocol and restaurants just waiting to crowd you in with the rest of the lovebirds out telling the world they’re dating someone special or they still love their partner, or they’re just hoping to get lucky. Everyone looks their best and is on their best behavior. It’s Valentine’s Day after all.
The point is on Valentine’s Day it is easy to love. It’s a happy day.
But like Arizona, love can sometimes be difficult, dusty and kind of a pain in the ass to live with. Those days…that’s when I want someone to break out the really deep hug or the flowers.
The slow soft kiss is so much more on those days.
The days when cards aren’t readily available, when you’ve had a crappy day, but someone needs you more and you have to put them first…those days are August in Arizona.
Days like that are what love’s all about. Love is…complicated on those days and it requires effort and time.
No one ever writes a romance or a movie about a couple where everything falls right into place, it’s boring.
Valentine’s Day is boring, but Arizona…she’s complicated, but she’s so worth it.
My thoughts from the laundry room. Kiss Goodnight.