Until last year, I had been a bit of a Valentine’s Day curmudgeon. I don’t feel that way anymore. In fact, I am so overflowing with love that I am thrilled to have one day when I can say “I love you” 25 times a day instead of 10. How could you not say “I love you” 25 times to this? So, the dozen roses my husband and son gave to me do not seem cheesy, as I once may have thought.
I confess, I’ve never been a fan of Valentine’s Day. One might call me a Valentine’s Day Curmudgeon. I always thought of it as a cheesy Hallmark holiday loaded with materialism geared to women. I know…I sound like the Grinch. A few things happened this week to change my tune, however. It started with a conversation with a co-worker–who is a strong, independent woman–discussing her lack of understanding of the Valentine’s Day haters that are all over social media right now. Why not celebrate love? Why not have a day to remind us all to share love, because in the busy day-to-day, it is so easy to forget? She had a point. Next, another dear friend of mine gave to me a Valentine and a little box of chocolates. She gave this with no expectation of receiving anything back. She just took the time to say, “Hey friend, I love you.” The chocolates didn’t even last five minutes, by the way. Suddenly, I started to think about sweet confections I could make for my husband …
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