When I told my husband, when we first started dating, not to get me anything for Valentine’s Day because I don’t celebrate 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 love. I just don’t think it needs to be designated to a specific day.
This morning though, when my son presented me with his handmade valentine, it really meant something to him. So naturally it meant the world to me, and it melted my cold, anti-Valentine heart. The funny thing is he’d “hidden” this craft in his room for over a week. I say hidden with a smirk, because kids are terrible at hiding things. I had to move it out of the way several times while I was dusting his room and putting away laundry.
He had also made a valentine for his sister. I heard him in her room reading it aloud, “Happy Valentine’s Day Avery. I have always loved you.”
Oh my god. The heartfelt gift inspired a super cute sibling hug. Followed shortly after by Avery tossing the valentine into the my bathroom sink as I brushed my teeth. So much love. Ha!
His dad hadn’t been forgotten in this display 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.
Our dog Roger got a little love his way as well. When I came downstairs this morning I found 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 tear of appreciation 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.”