|Similar to the woods I walk in near my home:|
only mine are muddier.
Inside it is wrapped in understanding, support and love, even among the dust bunnies that gather on the floor as I write (thanks to Clementine's constant shedding).
It is Valentine's Day and while I am not young or entertaining a "new love", I am celebrating how much love there is in this old life of mine.
|A Valentine like I always hoped|
to receive, but did not...
I have produced four children that have grown to adulthood, who are both generous and kind to me as I meander towards my dotage.
And as of late, everyday has brought people into my life who are; collaborative, interesting, intellectually stimulating and also make me laugh.
So while St. Valentine has a cloudy history about what exactly he is a saint for, and today's society it is all about "looove", for me it is a day to look around, take stock, and realize that it is through the kindness of others I am allowed to grow and understand what love really is:
Steadfast support of one another, through thick and thin. (in my case, I am hoping for thinner...)