I woke up feeling Valentines-ish. Hot pink sweater, skinny jeans, and a bright red necklace given to me for my birthday by a good friend. The necklace is so delicious looking that I had a 6 year old ask me if it was made of candy.
The kids weren't anywhere to be seen which is unusual in the morning. Typically they are underfoot the moment I open my eyes. I called out to them and within moments the footsteps came fast and furious....as did armloads of Valentines made just for me. Daddy was along for the ride having made me a heart out of licorice. He was quite proud of his work, smirking his gleeful grin.
The best though, the one that took my breath away, was Lola's.
It says, "Mommies' whole self is a heart."
The amazing (and slightly eerie) thing about Lola's card was just last night in my dream my son asked me to tell him two things all people have. I answered, fear and love. It was a dream so I am not sure which reservoir this came from but when I woke I felt joyfulness in my heart. In my waking state I remembered the line from Kahlil Gibran: "...the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with tears."
Love (call it joy) and fear (call it sorrow).........if you have one, chances are you have had the other in equal measure. There are certainly those in my life who would suggest I live with too much heart, too much on my sleeve allows too many opportunities to be hurt, knocked down. But I disagree. My "whole self is a heart", not by mistake, by pure intention. Love is the good stuff, not the chocolate candies or even, dare I say it, the flowers. Love is the good stuff....no matter what form, no matter how far away, no matter how unreciprocated, no matter no matter no matter....
The kids weren't anywhere to be seen which is unusual in the morning. Typically they are underfoot the moment I open my eyes. I called out to them and within moments the footsteps came fast and furious....as did armloads of Valentines made just for me. Daddy was along for the ride having made me a heart out of licorice. He was quite proud of his work, smirking his gleeful grin.
The best though, the one that took my breath away, was Lola's.
The amazing (and slightly eerie) thing about Lola's card was just last night in my dream my son asked me to tell him two things all people have. I answered, fear and love. It was a dream so I am not sure which reservoir this came from but when I woke I felt joyfulness in my heart. In my waking state I remembered the line from Kahlil Gibran: "...the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with tears."
Love (call it joy) and fear (call it sorrow).........if you have one, chances are you have had the other in equal measure. There are certainly those in my life who would suggest I live with too much heart, too much on my sleeve allows too many opportunities to be hurt, knocked down. But I disagree. My "whole self is a heart", not by mistake, by pure intention. Love is the good stuff, not the chocolate candies or even, dare I say it, the flowers. Love is the good stuff....no matter what form, no matter how far away, no matter how unreciprocated, no matter no matter no matter....
Happy Valentines Day,
Cammie
beautiful!
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Thank you Floret! I found yours through SmallbutCharming and love it as well!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, beautiful.
ReplyDeleteadorable valentines! happy valentines day!
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