(Idea and photo by Frolic via Cup of Jo)



In honor of Valentine’s Day this past weekend, I just want to share an in-your-face sappy list. All hail the queen of sap– me!

You know you’re smitten when…

• You’re actually loving Valentine’s Day because it’s an excuse for you to make something ultra- mushy and handmade/homemade/personalized.




• Eating, which was probably one of your top sensual pleasures, has gone way down on the list.

  The thought of tasting their kisses has more appeal than the grandest feast.




• You wake up with a smile on your face and let out a sigh of satisfaction every morning between 3 and 6 am with the thought of them on your mind.




• The end of every phone conversation- the inevitable goodbye- becomes a little more heartbreaking each time.

  Ahhh parting is such sweet sorrow.

  Now you completely get that phrase.




• Stuff doesn’t matter.

  Things don’t matter.

  Being entertained has lost its appeal.

  Now your high comes in the form of fleeting gifts that can’t be stored except in the recesses of your mind—their words, glances, touches, embraces, sighs, smiles, laughter.




• Your mind is constantly replaying bits of your conversations and things they said like a broken recorder in your head.




• Your coworkers see you drifting into work, dazed and confused with a permanent grin on your face.

  They tell you you look so tired, and you don’t give a damn because you are tired.

  He/she keeps you up late into the wee hours.




• You refuse to turn on your tv and watch a screenwriter’s attempt at depicting love… for fear that you’ll tarnish and make commonplace what you’re experiencing.

  You’d rather have the intensity of first hand love than second hand fiction.




• Chocolate addiction? What’s that?




• You only want to listen to love songs.

  Now you’re paying attention to the lyrics and thinking, yes. mmmmmm followed by you melting into your covers.




• A mundane, everyday activity becomes an event just because they are there.




• Sometimes, just sometimes, you forget you’re in public because your peripheral vision is rusting from lack of use.




• You get amazed that you’re motivated to think of someone else’s happiness because amazingly enough, their happiness makes you happy.




• You get weak and wobbly knees or turn to jello at the sound of them calling you baby.




• Everyone you know is starting to get a little disgusted at your always cheery face and random bouts of laughter during the middle of the day when you’re mentally recalling an inside joke.




• Your friend says, “Hottie at 9 ‘o clock,” and you realize nobody else does it for you anymore.

p.s. Just in case you’re reading this Sleepless in Seattle boy, I am sooo distracted at work from last night’s conversation. Thank you for giving me the perfect Valentine’s Day weekend. I can’t wait for March 10th!