"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs." -- William Shakespeare
My favorite holiday is Valentine's Day. Everything is pink, red, flowers and chocolate. I know. I know. It's a holiday invented by Hallmark. Well, perhaps, but for this gal, it's all about the romance.
There was the blush of 6th grade when Henry Blodgett (are you out there Henry????) hid a valentine in my desk. By high school I had graduated to roses left on my car's windshield. Those years when I didn't have a date, my pal Drools and I met for a luxurious meal. One year we dressed in black being that we were in mourning for our respective lack of dates. Everywhere around us folks were getting hitched. Rings were appearing in the chocolate mousse, inside oyster shells and atop the ravioli. I remember drinking a lot of wine that night as we toasted each engagement.
While at a coffee shop the other day I overheard the conversation of two young men. I know it's rude to eavesdrop, but I couldn't resist. These fellas were just too darn cute. One had made dozens of valentines which he planned to hide throughout his girlfriend's apartment. I love the idea of one tucked in among the frozen peas, don't you?! The other had developed an elaborate seek-n-find game that would take the young couple all over the city, revisiting their favorite haunts.
Valentine's Day is about love. Love of family and friends, as well as the romantic stuff of Cupid. I treasure the valentines sent by those not seen in years. Sam is a master valentine maker. Her valentines are always elaborate. My grandmother was also besotted with the holiday. For several years she sent antique Victorian ones, all gilded paper, lace and ribbon. They now grace my bedroom walls, reminding me of treasured moments.
Yes, you could say I have a love affair with Valentine's Day. Since I haven't figured out how to send chocolate via the Internet waves, I give you a few of my favorite quotes:
"Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place." -- Zora Neale Hurston
"A man is not where he lives, but where he loves." -- Latin Proverb
"Love is like dew that falls on both nettles and lilies." -- Swedish Proverb
"Love is not singular except in syllable." -- Marvin Taylor
Happy Valentine's Day!