Valentine’s Day used to be so special to me. When I was in school, it was fun to trade Valentines with classmates.
As I got older, I enjoyed dining, dating, exchanging cards, sometimes getting candy or flowers.
My marriage . . . was bad. He would “forget” Valentine’s Day every year and the day after Valentine’s Day, when the candy was marked down, I’d go buy a box or two of candy for myself. He’d always eat some of the candy and talk about how good it was and how he should have bought me a box. The next year, was the same. Every year . . . 14 1/2 years . . . it just seemed longer.
When my children were young, Valentine’s Day was special because they enjoyed it. They drew cards for me and made hearts, and it was fun to help them address envelopes for cards for their classmates.
When I taught school, students would bring in candy and cards and roses for me and I enjoyed that.
I enjoyed buying for others as well. It was fun to sit and fill out cards for my students. It was fun to attach a lollipop or piece of candy to each card. It was also fun to give my own children gifts/cards on Valentine’s Day.
Now I still go out sometimes the day after Valentine’s Day and buy myself something. Sometimes now it’s a plant instead of candy.
I enjoy watching others celebrate, and there are commercials on TV to make sure i remember when it is.
Tonight is the night before Valentine’s Day. I went out to take a bag of garbage to the trash can. Tomorrow is trash day and the can is already by the curb. As I went out, I noticed a bag like you get from a store on the hood of my car. I didn’t remember putting it there, but at my age, that didn’t mean I hadn’t. I do forget from time to time. I wondered if that was a bag of trash I’d put there to carry to the curb the next time I went out?
So I picked up the bag and headed to the trash can with it and the bag of garbage I’d just tied up to take out. As I passed the front porch light, I glanced in the store bag and stopped. That wasn’t trash. What was that?
I took the garbage bag on out and then came in with the store bag to look in it. Oh. There was a card. It had my name on it. When I opened the envelope, the card was full of bright beautiful birds. It must be someone who knows I love birds. I feed them daily in the winter time. I have a birdbath by the bird feeder as well.
I opened the card and saw it was from my neighbor. There were two cans of Pringles and a large bag of dark chocolate covered peppermint patties. Wow! How did my neighbor know I loved both those things? I was touched that someone would go out and buy something for me and leave it like that.
I never heard him in the carport, or I would have opened the door. I must have been back here having dinner with my dog? Perhaps I was watching TV? At any rate, I didn’t hear him and obviously neither did my dog.
What a nice surprise.
Happy Valentine’s Day.