I remember David Wallace giving me a “real Valentine’s card” in the 4th grade. Not one of those box of 100’s we passed out to EVERY classmate.
I remember The Husband giving me 2 roses on our first Valentine’s Day. (Only dating 2 months so it was appropriate – he got cookies)
I remember hand made cards from Kindergarten art – TWICE! They are around here somewhere.
But yesterday I received the Valentine that touched my heart more than any before. A text, from my Dad.
HAPPY V. DAY DAD.
Maybe, because it was unexpected. Maybe, the simplicity. Maybe, because he got his in first. Maybe, because it’s the only one I can remember that wasn’t from “Mom & Dad”. Who knows? But that simple note carried more love and affection that any flowers, macaroni construction paper project or glitter covered Hallmark creation.
“A son is a son till he takes him a wife, a daughter is a daughter all of her life.”
– Irish Proverb ~ Spencer Tracery in Father of the Bride
C C Cedras
K R Brorman
S A Young
3 Comments
February 15, 2013 at 9:23 am
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February 15, 2013 at 9:51 am
Landa! Your comments are always succinct, but I think this is your all time record!!! LOL … But I agree with you. 😉
February 22, 2013 at 10:24 am
LMAO @ above
And I understand. Truly. My father was my first and eternal Valentine. He always remembered me and my sister. And we him. Always. I miss him every day.