Love

My Valentine's Day was so full of love and candy hearts and happiness that I'm still feeling over the moon. I hope you had little paper hearts and chocolate covered pink peeps and fancy dinners, platonic or otherwise. My Valentine's Day involved an all-day treasure hunt, Vintage romantic films, dinner (complete with a new, very Joan Harris dress; red and black in appropriate holiday spirit) and the best sour cherry pie in the city (maybe the world?).

Most inspirational was the number of people in my life who found their own special ways to celebrate, single or together or eating cookies with their cats. Friends separated by states sending adorable handwritten snail mail cards, couples away at different schools with mushy midday messages and dozens of roses and my mother calling 6 times to see if I was having a good day at work. Seriously, I'll say it again; What is so wrong with a holiday that brings out the mushy side of working men shuffling off to buy flowers in their 9 to 5 suits to take home during rush hour and makes even the grinchiest of grinches feel a little something? I mean, I just love love. I know you know this about me, but I just firmly believe that all of the people/animals/special things you love need to be and should be reminded all the time. Love deserves to be shouted from rooftops, tumbling out carelessly and falling onto anyone who gets in its way.

I hope you did something you love or spent the day with someone you love. I try to spend every day that way, but having a special day set aside just to do so once a year is a pretty rad reminder that it's a good way to spend a day.




Kisses,

AJS