Last year, I shared my thoughts about Valentine's Day from a
middle school perspective. This year, if I were to give a bad stuffed animal holding disgusting, cheap chocolate candies, I would give them to my television. I confess, I am in love with TV.

I used to have a love affair with movies. During college and before having kids, we would spend many nights at the cinema. We probably spent at least one night a week at the movies and were normally up to date with the movies that were up for awards. We had such a problem, that we even sunk as low as theater hopping--our most, 3 movies for the price of one. Now, we rarely go to the movies and if we do, it is either separately or to an animated movie with the boys and I don't think we have seen a single movie that is up for any awards.
In order to fill this void, I have resorted to a love affair with the tube. I love watching TV. I love sitting with my boys, one of them tucked under each arm, watching
Ben 10: Alien Force or
Star Wars: The Clone Wars. I love relaxing with Kristine and cheering on our favorite
Survivor or analyzing whether we would dare do a challenge on
the Amazing Race or trying to figure out what is going on during all of the flashbacks and flash-forwards on
Lost.
I find it incredibly comforting to have a DVR that is full of shows that are just waiting to be watched. For example, I like watching
Battlestar Galactica when I have two episodes to watch, because one just leaves me wanting more. But there are some shows, like
Heroes or
Friday Night Lights, that I need to watch the night that they air, because I just can't wait and I can't imagine why everyone doesn't feel the same.
I have an addiction. And for now, I am okay with it. This Valentine's Day, I declare that I am in love with my TV.