This is not the diatribe of a bitter, single female who hates hearts and red roses. I choose to celebrate Valentine’s Day wholeheartedly even though I have spent every single one of mine alone. Though I would prefer for you to keep the roses to yourself.
We seem to be under the misconception that romantic love is the only kind to be displayed today. I am not in love with a man, but I am full of love and I want it to flow right out of me.
I love my family. My friends. My church family. The ladies in my office. All the various people who have passed through my life over the years.
How can I NOT celebrate that?
So I send handmade Valentine’s cards rather than Christmas cards. I fill the treat bowl at work with Little Debbie snacks. I send my blog commenters a Valentine’s email. I wear red or pink. This year, I even made up a game where we had to guess how many flower or balloon deliveries would be made to our office. We had more fun laughing and arguing over the rules than anything else. It was a blast.
Sure, this day can be a little cheesy, or maybe a lot. And there is a good bit of red and pink. But I make sure to throw in plenty of blue and green and orange. But in the midst of the cutesy cheesiness, it makes people smile. We need that. This world walks around in a state of perpetual frowning.
But ultimately, it is all about love. And who can’t use a little more of that in their life.