In case you have been out of the country and haven’t heard, Saturday is St. Valentine’s Day. The day of love. The last two weekends have been full of stories about the local Father/Daughter dances and parties in the communities around Beebe. I am happy that for the past two years our church has held a “You’re Special to Me” Dance. Anyone can come with anyone they love. It’s a great success.
Friday, children will tote their Valentine cards to school to exchange with their friends. They will have a party with packaged treats (parents can’t bake cupcakes any more), and experience a sugar high not known since December.
A few years ago, on the game show 1 VS 100, a young man won $1,000,000 because he knew that the largest number of greeting cards sent was at Christmas. The crowd had guessed Mother’s Day or Valentine’s Day.
I would have guessed Christmas, even though many people have stopped sending cards and settle for a group email or a “Merry Christmas Everyone” on Facebook.
I send about 50 Christmas cards, mostly to old friends and family I won’t see during the holidays. My mother sent twice that, adding many of my dad’s business friends and associates to the list. But I digress.
I mailed only one Valentine this year … to my great grandson, Noah. I included a few Valentine stickers I knew he would enjoy. It’s up to his parents to see that they are stuck only in appropriate places.
I will spend February 14 with three of my favorite people, my writing group. We meet every 2nd Saturday at the Faulkner County Library in Conway. We will surely exchange tokens of our friendship and love for each other before we wield the red pencils.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
I wish you love.