Sunday is my favorite day of the whole year. Yes, I love Sundays, but I'm talking about Valentine's Day. Ever since I was a little girl and had my first party in school, I have been in love with all those little "penny valentines" we used to get. I still love them. They had a book of them in Borders and I was tempted to buy them, but they had flocking, and I dislike flocking immensely. My memories go to the big fancy boxes of candy, too. The pink ones with lace, and the fake roses and ones with all sorts of trim truly send me. I had a few pretty heart boxes from my husband that I put up every year to decorate. They gave me joy years after the candy was gone. When we moved, I finally got rid of them, but that's O.K.
How pretty the florist shops look in February, with red, white, and pink flowers amidst all the hearts and lace (and the white snow outside.) It just gives me a jolt of nostalgia and I smile.
When my kids were small, I enjoyed looking for the best of the cute novelties, candy, and cards for them. It was a safari for little treasures.
Things have changed over the years. Now, we don't eat candy as much as before. I like to make my cards. You know how I love to create and that is so much fun and I am looking forward to a good dinner on Sunday.
I've noticed I can still enjoy all the cutie things in the stores without having to buy them. And of course, I love the romance. I like to play, "do you remember?" with my husband, and he usually has no interest in past silly things we did. He is very romantic with gifts and dinners however.
I guess the main reason I love the day so much is that it's such an old fashioned type of celebration. When people say it's too commercial, I want to say, "don't rain on my parade." You can have your day completely without any money and still celebrate it. I think those people just don't want to follow the crowd. That's fine. But, let the red, white, and pink hearts flutter down on me. This is my day.