It’s also All You Need.

I could use a little Valentine’s Day.

Now, before a horde of angry and over-holiday’d anti-consumerist solo flyers attack me for my God Awful ways like so many rabid geese…

…lemme ‘splain.

The kind of Valentine’s Day I want is of the second grade variety. That’s right; first-rate, second grade. And here, in no particular order, are the five best reasons I have for wanting such a thing:

5. There is nothing in the world quite as awesome as having a cute boy write your name on a love note/paper with a piece of glued-on candy. There are people who will argue that there are many things better than this but they are WRONG. (And they are also probably: a) of the aforementioned first paragraph group and b) bound to see this little list fail.)  And sure, these days I’m pretty limited to which cute boy brings me what kind of paper…so maybe this is all a thinly veiled request for my husband to bring me something to eat. And to write something on it first.

4. Cellophane and shiny red paper makes my heart flutter. Who couldn’t use a good heart flutter? (Except for people with pacemakers.) There’s something about really fancy paper that makes even the dreariest, froziest, Chicago-for-seven-straight-monthsiest day seem a little more special. And maybe- just maybe- during the midseason break of my programmes, I need something a little bit more special than sugar free pistachio pudding. (That last comment was aimed at no one. I’m sure he meant well.)

3. No mailbox has ever been as special to me as the one that I folded and taped to the front of my particle board desk in Mrs. Hodsoll’s classroom, Highland Elementary, Pittsfield, Massachusetts, 01201. There was a feeling of anticipation that could not be matched- certainly not by any city mailbox attached to a chainlink fence in any part of Chicago, 60618. I don’t know what the heck kind of missive I was expecting- I don’t think I even kept any of them past Valentine’s week. (You didn’t celebrate the whole week?) Maybe it was just the notion that something mind-blowingly wonderful COULD find its way in there. When’s the last time you stood and anxiously watched your mailbox, knowing that today, SOMEONE was going to DELIVER something WONDERFUL. (They had to! It was a classroom rule that you had to give out Valentines to everyone!) I guess what I’m saying is that I’d like my mandatory overwhelming correspondence. And I’d like it to be a surprise.

2. Love is a many splendored thing. It also keeps us together, lifts us up where we belong, can’t be hurried, will lead you back, will never do without you, don’t cost a thing, is a rollercoaster, a hangover, a power, a glory, a vision, a dream, all around, everlasting, hot and justified. (And yes, sometimes it bytes, stinks, hurts, won’t wait, is tainted, fools fall into it, and it makes you a prisoner.) You’d do anything for it- but not that. And sometimes- only sometimes- it grows where my Rosemary goes. (And nobody knows it but me!)

1. And lastly- though not leastly- the best declarations of awesome are of the found art and free material variety. They always have been. It’s January 6th. You officially have five and a half weeks to find a doily and glue a Hershey’s kiss to it. You’ve all been given a pretty decent heads-up.

Although…come to think of it, if you find a piece of candy on the ground…leave it be. Really. Just a simple doily will suffice.

A simple mammoth one with questionable amounts of glitter.


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Comments

  1. As a Valentine's Day baby, I 100% support this post. More Valentine's Day, more love!

  2. Call Me Joan says:

    Hey, even us folks with pacemakers like a good heart flutter once in a while… That's what they're for, right? :DHappy early Valentine's Day!Love,Joan & her hubby & the zoo

  3. I love the part about the thinly veiled request for food. Sounds great to me! ;-)

  4. i am ridiculously overjoyed to create doily valentines with joe for his class. there will be glitter. and glue and little chocolate bars and possibly some sort of martha stewart esque over the top heart shaped garland for our walls

  5. And as Joy Division said, it will tear us apart. Again. Which means that Love also brought them back together, presumably. Is love just one large M.C. Escher print?Pass the pistachio. I think better when I eat.

  6. And as someone who has watched this woman grow into the Valentine's Day lover that she is, I can attest, this is not an overstatement. I have watched her develop fevers in true excitement and anticipation of homemade(not mine) pink Valentine cookie hearts. And although "love is a battlefield", she has made this world better by her enormous capacity to give love and receive it.

  7. Hi – visiting from SITS – I am not a big fan of Valentine's Day – I am too tired (or old) to care? – but I also love a good hyphen for emphasis in my sentences. Parentheses are nice too, even if I can't spell the word properly. Nice to "meet" you!Best,ColleenPS – My sister lives in Chicago – thought you should know ;)

  8. I would like to add that there is nothing more romantic than a box of conversation hearts!

  9. Valentines day is just ok!!!! Great website! I've just found it for the first time!

  10. It's also a battlefield. Don't forget that.There was always something so special about Valentine's Day. Although I spent most of my life without a Valentine to call my own (I was 26 when one finally showed up – I was so excited, I married him), I've always loved seeing the hearts and Cupids everywhere. And lots of glitter.

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