What I love most about Valentine’s Day are the memories. Valentine Day memories from grade’s 1 to 6 where in our innocence we made Valentine’s Day cards, Valentine’s Day Garland, ate red frosted sugar cookies and cinnamon hearts.
I fondly think of the pink and red construction paper, diligently cutting out heart shapes, stringing together our creations, white paper doilies, glitter and glue.
This Valentine’s Day I spent with my family. What better way to celebrate the day of Love.
My nieces were pretty excited to show me their paper bags full of Valentine’s when their dad dead panned, “I was that kid who usually had an empty Valentine’s Day paper bag.”
“Seriously!” my sister and I said in unison. I could hardly imagine my brother-in-law going home empty handed each Valentine’s Day. It made me sad to think some child might be going home without Valentine’s Day cards!
Both my nieces sat quietly, contemplating.
After a few moments of trying to think up all the possible reasons for her dad’s Valentine’s Day misfortunes as a child, one of my nieces posed the question.
“Dad” big pause, “did you used to fart then too?”
Dad didn’t hear the question and asked her to repeat it again.
“Did you used to fart?” she emphasized.