I almost hit a block writing my blog for this red and pink colored LoVe day. Being a hopeless romantic, I thought tiny puffed hearts of love would just flow from my fingers and onto the keyboard.
The other day I heard a woman call in to a radio station. Her significant other wanted them to give each other a hand-written letter for Valentine’s Day. Schweeeet! A love letter—-it’s not about the flowers, the candy, the reservations at the best restaurant in town—but a hand-written letter or note in their own words. This reveals the tenderness of their heart or at least attempts to.
The note could also be from a friend, a neighbor, a cousin, daughter, son, or whomever is part of their heart, — now that’s a true valentine. It’s something to look back on and read when you need to be reminded of your lovey LoVe.
I remember the Valentine parties in grade school. Your prized, decorated shoebox stuffed with valentines from your classmates. My friends and I would gather in a huddle and examine the words on each valentine and the potential love power it revealed—even if it was a tiny bit sarcastic. I received one valentine that was hand-written and drawn in 5th grade. It read, “To the girl with Lange boots—now learn how to ski on them!” Wowwwww—he has a thing for little Jules! I saw right through his printed words! Then there was the Charlie Brown valentine where Snoopy gave Lucy a surprise kiss from the mailbox. Yup, this boy, definitely, is telling me he wants me to be his forever girl! I still have those valentines.
A friend of mine asked her class of 7 year-olds what love is. Two of my favorites were, ”Love is gross. It is disgusting! Love is in the air, people say. Instead, I say, love, love, I don’t care. The only love I like is candy and stuffed animals, and my life. THE END.“ This kid is going to do well in life—but I guess he/she would be in disagreement with me and prefers candy over a love letter. Another classmate wrote, “Love is…nice, thankful, and cute.” –“Cute”…love is kind of cute—at least the delivery person is—a cute, chubby cherub.
Anyway, chocolate gets eaten, flowers wilt, dinners last a couple of hours—but that letter can be kept and read again and again…especially on those days when its needed.