V-Day letter to myself

Dear Me,

Happy Valentine’s Day.

You are loved.  

By lots of people.  

Family, friends, even the mortgage company loves you for paying on time, your favorite stores love you for continuing to support in this rabid economy.  And Mark West Winery loves you for your continued patronage.  See, you are LOVED a thousand times over.

Even the parental units sent a V-day card this year reminding you one more time that being 35 and single is always good cause to continue receiving Hallmark cards with chimps dressed in tutus proclaiming their love for you.

And while you may not have anyone to snuggle up to and share a romantic toast with, you do have a fridge full of chilled chardonnay and a pantry stuffed with cheesy puffs and Double Stuffed Oreos.  Okay, let’s be serious, you don’t have that trash filled in your pantry, but you wish you did. 

Your family physician loves you enough to tell you to drop 15lbs and get the cholesterol in check so you’ve been hoarding baby carrots and hummus and avoiding the cheese and cracker love fest you usually indulge in.  But, I’m dead serious about the fridge filled with chardonnay, thank Gawd. 

Let’s not forget a DVR filled some of the juiciest of reality TV shows. I love that your life is real and you're not in those people's twisted lives of hot messes.  You're normal.  Loves it.

And the treadmill, while you hate it and want it out of your life, eventually you’ll learn to love it.  And right now, it loves your thick thighs and heavy bootie pounding on it.  

And while you may hate the mirror right now, one day you’ll look in it and see how much you are loved by the person starring back.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

Love,

Me

 P.S.  These two fools love you the most-est.  And why wouldn't they?  You gave them their forever home.

On being 100 and in love. It's true.

A producer friend of mine out in LA shot this sweet little video for the LA Jewish Home.

It's a PSA/non-profit piece finished just in time for Valentine's Day.
Just a little a sweet little something.

When he first told me the story behind it, I cringed.

I don't need (nor want) to know about what folks do behind closed doors.
Especially when it comes to all that hanky panky talk.

Who said you can't be 100-years old and not madly in love with a young and vivacious 90-something?

These folks may have found their loves in an assisted living home, but they're spark isn't any different from the young romantics just starting their lives together.

Enjoy this piece and feel free to share this with others, especially as Valentine's Day approaches.

Nothing better than watching two lovies continue to be madly in love with each other.

At the end of my life, I hope to have someone close to my side.

I hope he goes to get me more Bingo cards.

And helps me with my tray whilst at the cafeteria.

And, assists me with my O2 tank.

And fixes any squeaks on my walker. 

And button my cardigans when I miss a few button holes.

And wants to watch old re-runs of SATC with me.

And doesn't mind if I take a little longer to put on red lipstick with my feeble hands.

Because after all, doesn't everyone want to look their best in love?

I'm AmericanBridget and this is a sweet little PSA video.