Valentine’s Day

On this day in 2001, a first grader in Mrs. Stanton’s class at St. John Vianney Catholic School professed his love for a girl he barely knew, let alone even talked to because she was in the other first grade class.

We were are asked to write and draw who/what we were thankful for. Why? I have no idea. I know sounds like a Thanksgiving thing, but bear with me.

From the first time he saw her, way back in Miss Schmidt’s pre-K class, he had always had a thing for her, but she would never seem to give him the time of day. The only way to get her attention, and gauge whether or not she liked him back was to let the whole first grade class and the entire first floor know that he was madly in love.

With three empty lines on a heart-shaped piece of paper, glued to and even bigger piece of heart shaped construction, and a prompt that said: “I’m thankful for….” the wheels began to turn. Most kids said family, the bicycle, or something very near and dear to their hearts. But not him. No, there was only one person that he held above all else.

He wrote his feelings, his emotions, in very very poor penmanship if I might add. His sentences made no sense, but he didn’t care. His feelings were out there, and the ball was now in her court. It was something out of a George Strait song, seriously. Putting it all on the girl to make the decision about whether or not she liked someone she barely knew.

In the end, all the moms that were at the school that day thought it was thought it was the cutest thing they had ever seen. He, feeling extremely embarrassed, wanted to run away and hide for the rest of the school year.

And the point about checking ‘yes’ or ‘no’, she definitely checked ‘no’. But that’s okay! they’ve remained good friends to this day.

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