The Day Before Valentine's Day

It's the day before Valentine's Day - that Hallmark card holiday that started before the Christmas 50% off sale was over. Poets, lovers, and secret pals the world over are putting the final touches on their tributes to the one they love. Moms and dads have combed heart-filled aisles for just the box of school-aged Valentines - nothing provocative, nothing sugary sweet, nothing that will make 4th grade boys throw up or 3rd grade girls start making wedding plans. Let's hear it for Scoobie Doo, Disney Cars, Mickey Mouse and Little Kitty cards. Unless, all those people are procrastinators like me. In that case, they are starting to sweat bullets and make excuses for the delay in their heart-felt wishes.

It's not that I don't feel the love. And it's not that I don't want to share my love with others. I think it's more about not feeling comfortable with making a big deal of love one time a year. I don't believe candy, roses, balloons, stuffed monkeys with battery operated beating hearts and corny sayings have to be relegated to one day. And I certainly don't believe if you make an-over-the-top production out of Valentine's Day, you're off the hook til the next one comes around.

That's pretty much the same sentiment my writing buddy Amy disdcusses on her blog. Since today is cleaning day (she chortled) I'm just going to send you over there to read what she has to say. Check it out and see if you agree with her like I do.

May you be the love this world needs and may the power of that love be reflected back to you.
Merry ME

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AkasaWolfSong said…
Great minds think alike Mary...

(((I love you,)))
Akasa
February 14, 2012 at 10:59 AM
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