My soulmate and I usually didn't do anything lavish or opulent for Valentine's Day, and that was just fine with us. I made a card for him with one of my photos or graphic designs, and as awful as some of my efforts were, he cherished them—after he passed away, I discovered he had saved them all, every single one. I saved the valentines he gave me too, and the last one is still on my bureau.
A special pot of tea was brewed, tiny cookies were made in heart shapes, and a token was sometimes carved into a piece of fruit: a smile, a kiss, a heart, a dove, a lover's knot. We shared a single piece of decadent dark chocolate (Hummingbird, Purdy, Meybol or Vigdis Rosenkilde) and went for a long walk in the woods with our canine companions, first Cassie, then Spencer, then (and still with me) sweet Beau.
There were no special declarations of love on February 14th, and no need for them. We told each other how we felt every day, and we were content with the way this day unfolded, no frilly gestures and lovey-dovey professions. We knew how we felt about each other, how good we were together, how fortunate we were to find each other many years ago and be able to walk through this world together.
This year, there is a handmade card on Irv's bureau, and I drew a heart in the snow in the garden. There is a mug of tea (Earl Grey) and a plate of his favorite cookies on the old oak table in the dining room. Beau and I will walk in the woods this afternoon, and my beloved will be with us in spirit, tucked safe and warm in the pocket of my parka. We will tell him we love him as we did every day when he was here on earth, and as we still do, every single day. Wishing you deep and abiding love too.
2 comments:
What a great thing to know about, you and your husband's love together. Happy Valentine's Day!
What lovely ways to spend V Day, Cate -- and every day, for that matter.
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