My husband brought me my favorite flowers yesterday - daffodils, crocuses, haycinth and tulips. All in a pot for planting later. I'm going out searching for great licorice for him in a while, plus some chocolate for my foster granddaughter. As long as I keep it simple I don't feel bulldozed by Valentine's Day. In fact, we have a perfect record of never having gone out to dinner for Valentine's Day. The minute you go there, the expectations rise, someone says the wrong thing, you're disappointed. A card is the thing. Anything beyond that gets tricky. If the day reminds us to tell people all year round how much they mean to us, then great. But as a vehicle for the economy to survive, I don't think so.
It's a beautiful day, and I have my foster granddaughter this afternoon, so I'm grateful for affectionate people and thoughtfulness and consideration. Her mother shares her with me, and the love grows. Yesterday I received a homemade card from my granddaughter who lives a state away, and my heart was eased at the effort she and my daughter made to think of me and send it. We like to be thought of. We all do. And 44 cents is all it takes.
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