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Saint Valentine’s Day

I have spent a good many of my adult years without a love of my own.  But that never stopped me from embracing Saint Valentine’s Day.  I fervently believe it can be enjoyed almost as much as a singleton.  It’s really just about love; of someone special, of a child, a nephew or niece, or of self.  When I was unpartnered, I used Valentine’s Day to pamper myself.  It was fun to have a facial or manicure even as the world was scooping up roses.  On the way home from my spa indulgence, I would stop at the village bakery famous for its confections and buy a slice of perfect chocolate layer cake, tucked safely inside a white cardboard box tied with string, a paper doily slipped beneath.  Later, I savored every decadent bite of it from my grandmother’s floral china plate as I enjoyed a charming old film. 

Over the years, I began to decorate a little for Valentine’s Day too.  I display a card my daughter gave me when she was five – her skeletal letters on my precious valentine, all different sizes and shapes; though the meaning is clear.  I am loved.  I place my red book of love poems on the coffee table; the one which still holds the handwritten note from a long vanished love that in the end, wasn’t meant to last.   I have loved.  Also on the table rests my favorite Grace Livingston Hill book, Crimson Roses, and a vintage Modern Priscilla magazine, the valentine number from 1918.  The cover girl is clutching a letter to post to her WW I soldier.  My emblems all nestle next to a pink crystal bowl filled with rosy foil-wrapped chocolates.

Last year I taught myself to knit hearts, red of course, and those hang from fishing cord on the lampshades.  A heart shaped wreath of roses graces the front door too.  These small things would never have taken away all the sting of being alone, but I know they would have made me smile.  And perchance to dream…those, the words of Shakespeare, a man who understood something of the yearning heart.

Now I have a valentine of my own and he’s no secret – just a sweet boy I knew many Saint Valentine’s Days ago when we shared an English Lit class in high school.  I love again.  Neither of us is much into exchanging the sentiments found in today’s modern greeting cards. But we do adore old movies…and chocolate layer cake.

I am loved
I have loved
I will love again…
~
Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle

 

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