I have lived through a lot of Valentine's Days. Ones with boxes of
flimsy cards to a whole class, homemade doily projects, parties of red
and pink, expectations of candy and roses. This year was no
different--and yet, it was. Yes, I was surrounded by people talking
about candy and roses and dates. And yes, my children came home with the
flimsy paper Valentines and a new influx of candy (hey, we finally
finished the Halloween candy). But a post I read from a friend kind of
reminded me what Valentine's Day really is for me. While it may come
boxed in red or pink and largely pushed upon us by the retail world,
Valentine's is a reminder of what--and who--is important to us. As my
friend put it (loosely paraphrased here), it's not all about Romeo and
Juliet (we all know how that ended). It's about all the other kinds of
relationships we have in our lives--Spongebob and Patrick, as she put
it, or whatever caring, laughing, and enjoying life partnerships work
for us. Whether those relationships include flowers and candy (on a
regular basis, or on Valentine's) or not. Whether there is intense
romantic drama, or just a better life because we are connected.
There was some chocolate in my Valentine's, and I am always grateful for
chocolate. I am even more grateful that I have people I can eat
chocolate with--and laugh with--every other day of the year.
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