When I told my husband, when we first started dating, not to get me anything to celebrate Valentine’s Day because I don’t much care for the Hallmark holiday, he was thrilled. No flowers, no chocolates, no dinner at a crowded restaurant? He was pleased to say the least. Don’t get me wrong, I’m in love with romance. I just don’t think it has to be on THAT particular day.
This morning however, when my son gave me his handmade Valentine, it really meant something to him, so of course, it meant the world to me and melted my cold, anti-Valentine heart. The funny thing is, he had “hidden” this craft in his room for a week. I say hidden with a smirk, because kids are terrible at hiding things. I had moved it out of the way several times while I was dusting his room.
He had also made a Valentine for his sister. I could hear him in her room reading it aloud, “Happy Valentine’s Day Avery. I have always loved you.” Oh my god. My heart was now a puddle. The heartfelt gift inspired a touching sibling hug, followed by Avery tossing the Valentine into the my bathroom sink as I brushed my teeth.
His dad hadn’t been forgotten in this exchange of love and emotion. Last night, my sweet boy asked me to help him light some candles which had been plunged into half a loaf of banana bread. We sang a rousing rendition of “Happy V-Day to you”, followed by crumbs on an empty plate.
And our dog Roger got a little love his way as well. When I came downstairs this morning, I saw a special canine Valentine sitting outside his dog crate. He may not show it in this picture, but I’m sure I saw a single happy tear rolling down his furry cheek.
I still think Valentine’s Day is a commercial, made-up holiday, but when love comes spilling out of the heart of a seven year old boy I say, “Bring it on.”
Happy Valentine’s Day!
LOVE, Lisa xoxo