WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS EMOTIONAL MUSHINESS!
You can't say I didn't warn you. It is Valentine's Day, after all.
My Valentine this year is of course, J. However, we usually don't really celebrate Valentine's Day. We celebrate on February 13th.
Six years ago yesterday, J and I had our first date. I was a sophomore in college. When he asked me out, I totally freaked. I was a little mental, and absolutely REFUSED to go out with him on Valentine's Day (don't judge me- I was 20 and stupid).
So we had dinner on February 13th. And then I decided I just wanted to be friends. By the following October, I had changed my mind. We started dating, and I've never looked back.
J is my best friend. He is my rock. He is my Type 3. J is always there for me in all areas of my life, D and non-D.
As soon as we started dating, he started researching D. He's the one who helps me keep up and understand new research advances. He helps me with my set changes and sensor insertions when they're in tricky places. He gets me juice boxes when I'm low. When I'm high and have ketones, he holds me.
Sometimes I feel guilty about the D. About the burden it must be for him. But he never complains. If I bring it up, he gives me that look and tells me how ridiculous I'm being.
J loves me, D and all. And I love him.
We didn't get to celebrate our first-date-night this year. We went to visit my grandparents, who've been having health problems. When I said I wanted to make the 8-hour roundtrip drive there and back in less than 36 hours, he didn't hesitate.
So Happy Valentine's Day, to my best friend. And thanks for everything.