Dear Valentine’s Day,
I owe you an apology. When I spoke of you in yesterday’s post, I was not very cordial. I focused on commercialism and other aspects of you that rub me the wrong way. I talked in disparaging tones. I failed to give you the benefit of the doubt.
I take it all back now, Valentine’s Day, and I hope it’s not too late to ask for forgiveness. This afternoon, when my 8-year-old daughter looked at me with her chocolate-brown eyes and softly handed me the valentine she’d made with me in mind, I melted. It was all so sweet and unexpected; the way she taped a piece of dark chocolate to the top, the colored pencils she used to make it more vibrant, the near-perfect heart she cut on her own accord, but most of all, those beautiful words across the front: “I love you.”
I get you now, Valentine’s Day, and I know now that even though you’ve been trying to tell me otherwise, I’ve been misunderstanding you all these years. You’re really well-intending after all, and you have a tremendous heart. All you’ve ever wanted was to bring us together, to remind us of what’s important. Somewhere along the way, I became sidetracked, thinking it was about something else. But it really was all about love, after all.
Thanks, with my daughter’s help, for the clarification.
With much love and great humility,
Peace Garden Mama