But then, you don’t need me to tell you that. The Hallmark Channel has been having its “Countdown to Love” for a month, and the newspapers have killed a bunch of trees for the ads, which pack the paper like it was Christmas or something.
Valentine’s Day was my favorite school holiday. The kids would bring empty cereal boxes, and we would decorate them with red, white, pink, lavender, and purple hearts. The boxes would fill up with the cards and small candies. On the big day at the appointed time, we would all sit on the floor in a circle and open the cards, calling thank yous across the circle, while holding up the givers’ cards.
“Thank you, Sam! Thank you, Chianne!”
“Thank you, Mrs. Horton!”
I always made the kids’ Valentines, breaking my own rule by using the despised glitter, sewing clear vinyl to stuff with confetti, or breaking up a few decks of cards to only use the Hearts. It was magic, I tell you.
Valentine’s Day with my husband was not so much magic. To get a card, I would have to begin reminding him a week before that there were only “seven more shopping days.” One of my step-daughters once said, “I’d rather not get anything than to have to remind my husband about it.” Not me! I didn’t want to risk it.
Since being single, I haven’t thought too much about Valentine’s Day. Amazingly, for the last five years, I have received Valentine cards anyway…from my dear Lake friend; my BFF in Arizona phones; and my next door neighbors, the ones with all the kids, have given me various love acknowledgements. This is what I found when I came home yesterday.
Some people always seem to say or do the most needed thing at the perfect time. I wish I were like that, and I am sorry I am not. They make me try to be a better person, though, and I am so grateful to them!