Happy Valentine's Day!
February 14th, every single year.
I always think of the words, "I love you!" when I hear "Happy Valentine's Day."
My kids and I end every conversation with those words.
It seems like a great way to wind up a phone call or a visit.
Strange, because I didn't hear those words when I was little...
Growing up on a farm in the wheat belt of the Manitoba prairies, my farm family was more concerned with making sure the crops came in and the cows got milked than they were with telling each other, "I love you." Rather, love was shown in the food prepared by my grandmother for the kitchen table. It resonated in the way my grandfather bragged me up to his neighbour, "She's so smart! This little one can count by two's...and she's only four years old! Can you beat that, Willie Norton?"
Love was quietly present in my good Sunday clothes that were hanging on the doorknob of my bedroom door, freshly pressed and clean as can be, waiting for me to slip them on for our Sunday trip to church and Sunday School at the Blaris Church, a country structure on a corner crossroad that held maybe forty people.
Love wasn't verbal, it wasn't heard and it wasn't written in lacy cards from the drugstore, but it sure as heck was present in every single thing that my family did for each other. From the smallest tender touch on my cheek to the largest roast beef dinner on the table, each member of my family passed the word along to the next person in need, just by the way they treated each other.
I may have not heard those words as a child, and sometimes I wondered why it didn't happen. But, now, as an adult with a little more understanding and a lot more wisdom, I know for sure that my family told each other every day in the way they treated each other, "I love you, indeed!"
Happy Valentine's Day...
"Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place." ~ Zora Neale Hurston