My Bloody Valentine

When I was in my early twenties I went through a sad sad phase of loathing Valentine's Day. I wrote it off as yet another American money maker. A day to make the lonely that much lonelier. Back then, Valentine's Day was a cruel joke on both your heart and your wallet.
Thank goodness I grew out of that!
The change of heart was inevitable and forced upon me in the middle of a preschool classroom. He had rosy cheeks, pointy teeth and a blond birds nest of curls atop his tiny cherub head. My hardened heart melted when his chubby, cupcake fingers handed me my very own Valentine.
"Because I love you," he beamed.
And I changed my mind just like that. Thanks to one tiny act of giving from a four year old. He understood love so much better than I did. It was still a simple, sweet, beautiful thing to him. And he reminded me that love is just that. Sweet, simple, beautiful, and a really good excuse to GIVE to those that have your heart.
And so I took Valentine's Day into my own hands. I changed my perspective. I started making the ones I love Valentines.My hands have made everything from cupcakes and little paper crafts to elaborate flower arrangements in antique treasure chests filled with surprises. I love doing it. I love letting the people I love know I love them. That I'm thinking of them.
Valentine's Day is good motivation to do just that.
That's why I love it so much!
Next year I think I'm going to make my lovies hand-milled heart soaps and bath teas.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I'll get the recipes right by then!Happy V-day All.
xoxo