Hearts and Flowers

St. Valentine's day isn't a day which gets much thought or airplay in the little blue house, but we sometimes exchange cards, if we manage to find cards which are not silly or saccharine, and there is usually a pot of flowers blooming on the old oak table in the dining room (this year it is an exquisite little pot of red fairy roses given to me by my daughter). Expressing our affection for each other is something we do every day, and it isn't restricted to a single day out of the year, so I suppose this is a day much like any other day.

When I find a book in my travels which Himself would enjoy reading, I take it home and give it to him at once rather than putting it away and saving it for a special occasion, and he does likewise when he finds something he knows I would enjoy. On occasions when gifts are mandated (more or less) by designated holidays and special occasions, we keep the gifts small, but we wrap them up in an abundance of love, caring and thoughtfulness.

Out of small acts, a happier, more compassionate and fully rounded existence is crafted, and the expression of caring ought not to be reserved for a trite statement made once a year. May there be love in your own life, and may it be expressed every day . . . .