I was in middle school going through that awkward phase where you are absolutely sure you are about as attractive as dog poop. I wasn’t pretty or fashionable or together like the popular girls seemed to be. I fancied myself a tomboy but really I was just kinda lazy with getting ready in the morning (still kind of am). Valentine’s Day roles around and the school does the thing where you can send flowers to friends or people you like. 7th grade me didn’t get one. That was tough on 7th grade me – everyone around me got them. I was feeling bummed out when my Dad picked me up. He had a dozen roses just for me and told me he would always be my first Valentine. It made me feel so seen and special. I will never forget that. That was probably my favorite Valentine’s Day.