Valentine's Day

Valentine’s Day

Valentine’s Day again. The night before, as we snuggled on the sofa watching our TV shows together, we’d laughed, again, at the whole Valentine’s Day money making schemes. Long ago we’d given up on that stuff. The card that always said stupid mush, the roses that slowly died on your table over the next week, the candy in the heart shaped box, sugar, sugar, and more sugar. Besides, after forty-two years of marriage we’d kind of figured out who our valentine was.

Just before bedtime, I got a text that my daughter-in-law was sick, could I come in the morning to help with the kids, both under three. So, I would be heading out in the wee hours anyway, before hubby even woke. Valentine’s Day basically forgotten.

The next morning, I got up and did my morning routines quickly in the early darkness. Short, quiet shower and dress, so as not to wake sleeping hub. Feed the birds, and the cats, pack up stuff. Feed myself...

There on the counter in our kitchen was a note: “Look that way” pointing to the dry erase board where we keep our ongoing shopping list.

On the board were huge letters saying “Happy Valentine’s Day!” then “not a card.” Under that “Be My Valentine” in big letters, and underneath that were two boxes. One was marked YES, with a happy face and one marked NO, with a sad face. I happily checked the yes. It made my day.

I guess that stuff actually still does work.