With V-day coming up, I've been surrounded by people who either love or hate this holiday.
Valentine's Day in the 6th grade:
Today I had 12 year olds receive flowers, candy, and valentines from their significant others. Today I had 12 year olds wear anti-Valentine's Day shirts.
Today I had 12 year olds tell me they loved electronics.
Today I had 12 year olds tell me they loved other 12 year olds.
It amazes me how much love changes as we do. I remember my first little "boyfriend". His name is Nick, and we were 6. I'm pretty sure I told my mom I loved him. And -gasp- I kissed him!
* I am happy to report that Nick is happily married to an awesome girl, and has a sweet little boy.*
As I grew up, there were boys that I was interested in, but I'm positive I never told anyone that I loved a boy from the age of 7 to probably about 15. When I was 15 I would have told you I loved around six boys...but only as friends. I truly did.
Then there is Trevor. My love for Trev changed over the years. It went from a figment of my imagination, to an interest in friendship, to a love of friendship, to a young romance, and now we share a two year of marriage, you're my other half love.
So two days before the big V, I can tell you this: I LOVE teaching, expanding, investing, and frustrating my 25 amazing 11 year olds, who are experiencing their own level of love.
And I Love my husband, the most sincere, honest, humble, forgiving, even-keel, funny man I know.
I can't imagine my life without either!