From your daddy in heaven:
Special note: I originally wrote this post years ago, and I was going to re-publish it as is, but had to change some dates. It’s mostly what I want to say today, though. I couldn’t resist.
People complain that Easter is the new Christmas, and we shouldn’t go overboard with kids. That’s me with Valentine’s Day. Valentine’s Day is my Christmas, even though I love Christmas, and really love them all. I find that you can have favorite aspects of holidays. Halloween has the best atmosphere, and Christmas has the most spirit. Valentine’s Day is the prettiest and most chocolatey, but Easter has the BEST candy. St. Patrick’s Day has corned beef hash and Lucky Charms, which are pretty hard to resist, and is during an exciting time of year! Almost spring!
And of course, there are the meanings, and how we make our own. My family isn’t religious, but we’re kinda spiritual. Scarlet is now ten and said she doesn’t believe in God, only because she thinks humans mostly get the job done. She DOES believe in fairies and tooth fairies and garden fairies and even Valentine fairies. She knows, though, that I give her Valentine’s Day gifts.
And if you’re shocked that a ten-year-old doesn’t believe in God, well, that’s just Scarlet. If pressed, she’ll give you reasons she DOES believe in a God, or Gods, but not one who judges, condemns, and lets turmoil happen. She’s TEN. I didn’t put those ideas in her head. My religious philosophy can be described better HERE. I wrote it nine years ago, but I assume it’s true. I never reread my writing because it makes me itchy so I’ll trust that you’ll tell me if it says anything?
The reason I love Valentine’s Day is truly an epic, movie-esque, not-quite-happy, really-downright-sad reason, but boy, did it propel a series of not sad Valentine’s Days. I don’t need the works. In fact, I don’t need a single thing. I can tell you about valentines in school – getting three carnation “Love-Grams” sent to my desk in high school (from my sister and two gay friends but that’s neither here nor there). I can tell you about my first college boyfriend and his stuffed bear and three pound bag of M&Ms that I couldn’t look at, because I had the honest-to-goodness FLU. Eventually, I ate (and loved) them. There are many stories to tell, but it starts with this one.
As you know, my father passed away in July – only three weeks before my fourth birthday. Before he passed away unexpectedly, he had put himself on a waitlist for Cabbage Patch “Preemies.”
The Valentine’s Day after he died, I was four and Lindsay was six. This was several months later, and my mom got the call from Child World ON VALENTINE’S DAY (or maybe the day before) that two Cabbage Patch dolls he had ordered were ready for her to pick up, after all this time.
My mom was the room mother for Lindsay’s classroom and had organized a Valentine’s Day game, but instead Lindsay got sick and missed the party. We were home on Valentine’s Day and Lindsay was napping – with a high fever. She woke up and my mom gave us valentine gifts. I remember fuzzy red monkeys that had arms you could clip on things. We got homemade valentines and then the Cabbage Patch Kids dolls. My mom put cards on the boxes that said, “Happy Valentine’s Day, from your daddy in heaven.” It certainly felt cosmic then. It still does.
Happy Valentine’s Day to all, and to all a lot of chocolate!
I’m linking up with Finish The Sentence Friday (FTSF) for another fun prompt. This week’s topic is “Favorite (or worst) Valentine’s Days..” And there’s time to write yours. Link up your post HERE.