Valentine's Day has been a little like Mother's Day for me over the years-- I have a sort of love-hate relationship with it. It has a commercial taint that makes my rebellious side stand up and say, "Whoa! Who says I have to buy some candy or something that proves I love my Honey? I refuse to be sucked into this! Give me a break! If I didn't love him, I'd have been out of here before now!Mumble, mumble, murmur, murmur..." I sometimes resorted to writing a poem or making a card of one sort or another...Some years required a funny card because if we didn't laugh at ourselves, we'd have been screaming. On the other hand, Van was fond of bringing home something for Valisa (OK, so it WAS her birthday, but think about the day she was born-who was doing all the work?Answer me that? ) and he sometimes didn't give me anything. I admit I felt a little bad. Still, on the OTHER other-hand, on that day, Feb 14, 1968 I got a pretty sweet Valentine. I didn't even remember the day until they brought in my tray and it had a little plastic swan with candy hearts and a note, "Happy Valentine's Day!" Van wanted to name her Lisa Valentine, but I mused over that for a day or two and came up with Valisa. Yes, it was a great Valentine. .... As much as I have hated the crass commercialism of Valentines, I am torn. I want Wally to know I love him, but I can't think of anything to give him besides another card and my other cards have said it all....I think. Anyway, he gave me a heartshaped box of chocolates that if I eat them will only raise my blood sugar and expand my waitstline. And I ASKED him for a flowering plant.....For you guys, I don't think a person can win at this Valentine's Day gig. Just telling her you love her should be enough, but it isn't. Flowers, candy, Bah humbug? I don't know-- Just bring them on. You can't be any worse off, and it might help.
Art Teacher to a couple hundred middle schoolers, Mom to twelve cool grown-up kids, mother-in-law to twelve nice people that fell in love with my kids and married them, and Grandma to (at this moment) forty-four really cute grand children-- I wear a lot of hats. Can't leave out step mom to six, step grandma to 15. I love painting en pleine air, leading the choir at church, singing old gospel hymns at the top of my voice while driving in the car, and I really like ducks and geese. Also, I love Wally, to whom I am married after eleven years as a widow. And writing. Love it. Hope you enjoy my blog.