I remember, for example, my first box of Valentine's chocolates, given to me in 10th grade by my first boyfriend. The box was yellow (my favorite color although I doubt he knew that) and satin-covered, and had a yellow plastic rose on top with a big yellow bow and a sprig of green plastic leaves. To have a whole box of chocolates to myself was unheard of--with 12 siblings everything was shared. But this box was mine and for once my parents did not demand that I share it. I kept that box for many years in my nightgown drawer, filled with letters and notes and small mementos of other special times and trinkets from other boyfriends. Where it went to I have no idea. Perhaps I left it in the trash when we moved to West Virginia, thinking I had outgrown such girlish things. Now, of course, I wish I still had it and could relive the memories it held.
|Can you believe I found this box on etsy? It's for sale! I am so tempted to buy it but I will resist. Click here if you think it would be a nice addition to your Valentine's decorations.|
I also remember an earlier time when I was learning to bake. My sister Judy and I made yellow cake cupcakes, and frosted them with chocolate icing, all made from scratch. On top of each cupcake we placed a conversation heart, picking them carefully to be sure they said nice things. These were for our family, I remember, and why I can recall those cupcakes today I don't know. Perhaps it was the first time we made them, or maybe because they just looked so pretty.
|Photo from Craftjr crafts|
At home we traded valentines with our brothers and sisters, usually putting them beside dinner plates at the table. Sometimes Mom had red heart lollipops for us, or little packs of redhots or conversation hearts.We always made valentines for Mom and Dad, laboring over wording and lettering. I found one I gave them in my mother's memory box after she passed away, a crooked heart with three words and my name. You can guess the words.
This week the stores are full to bursting with pink and red--flowers, balloons, cards, boxes of candy, toys, clothes, gift boxes of perfumes, and more. Desperate men will be rushing in on Friday to find something, anything to give to the one they love and hope that somehow they've hit on the right thing. The childhood stress grows up, doesn't it? My husband might remember to get a card or flowers, or he might forget what day it is and miss the holiday entirely. It's happened before. But after 28 years together, I'm pretty sure he loves me and I don't need a card or flowers to prove it.
Although chocolates might be nice...maybe I should just get him a box, and make him share!
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