I have lots of good memories of making Valentine boxes, then choosing and signing cards for school parties. (I crafted a box during the snow this year!) I wonder if my mother emphasized that process to keep me from thinking only of myself on Valentine’s Day. You see, it’s also my birthday.
As an adult, I came to understand that some people hate Valentine’s Day. Men dread not “getting it right,” and some women feel left out and forgotten. One of the sweetest expressions of friendship I experienced was when one of those anti-Valentine’s Day people sent me a Valentines. She knew I loved the day. I haven’t lived in her state for over 30 years, but I always think of Nancy this time of year. I mailed her a card Wednesday.
I have a story or two I could file under Worst Valentine’s Day Experiences. But overall, I’ve come to associate the occasion with loving and being loved. I find joy in picking out cards to send to family and friends. Please accept my heart-felt wishes for a day filled with love, joy and friendship!
… that they may be encouraged in heart and united in love, … may know the mystery of God,
|Kinda sweet, even with the misspellings, huh?
Here’s this year’s anniversary card in all its hand-lettered glory.
Did it put a lump in your throat? It does in mine, every time I read it. Definitely deserves a mat and frame.
You might ask me, as the aspiring writer, if I composed a love sonnet or poured out my heart to him in beautiful prose.
Short answer: No.
I depended on one of those greeting cards I mentioned earlier to do it for me – mostly because I get stuck on the overall effect of the card instead of the essential message. The sentiments are very important — I spend a lot of time finding just the right one. But I want it to be completed with the perfect illustration.
And I am not an artist. Stick figures are hard for me.
I love it because it’s still true after all these years!
But why wait? Who says there has to be a special occasion to tell the important people in our lives that we love them?
Gotta go now!
I have a note to write.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach … Elizabeth Barrett Browning