Valentine’s Day brings mixed emotions for me. February 14th was my Dad’s birthday, which he always celebrated by making sure each of his three girls had a Valentine card waiting for her when she came down to breakfast. I’ve always been grateful to him for that simple annual gift.
Then there were the Valentine’s Day parties in grade school, when we decorated boxes for our classmates to deliver valentines to. It wasn’t so fun if you were the kid who didn’t get many valentines.
Over the years, Valentine’s Day became more and more about romance. Some years it was phenomenal, some years not. But over time I realized that if Valentine’s Day was ever painful for me, it’s because I was looking to celebrate love from someone else, and forgetting that I had a choice to celebrate love anytime I wanted to. I no longer wait for Valentine’s Day to buy myself my favorite flowers!
But in case you’re still open to a Valentine surprise, here’s a brief post I wrote for the Women Survivors Alliance about someone who loves you, perhaps more than you know.
Sending a big Valentine hug to you!