This is a compilation of journal entries that I wrote last year around Valentine’s Day. It was fun for me to be reminded of some details and emotions from my life a year ago.
The week before Valentine’s Day is quite
A crazy time at Dollarama.
People are buying.
I like it.
The most unlikely people-
Including, but not limited to
All of them buying
I just want to ask everyone
Who they love
Who loves them?
How wonderful that we can love each other!
I have two favourite Valentine’s customers.
One, a dad.
He smiles sheepishly and says,
“It’s all junk, isn’t it? But it’ll make my daughters so happy.”
The other, a young man.
He buys a box of twelve of the tiniest, fluffiest yellow Easter chicks.
I say, “These are the cutest. I keep thinking I should buy some, but I don’t know what I’d do with them.”
He says, “I’m buying them for my girlfriend for Valentine’s Day. I just think she’ll love them.”
Easter chicks for Valentine’s Day!
A lot of people buy Valentine’s decorations too.
Balloons, banners, wreathes, fake flowers.
It is actually kind of frustrating, because it is hard to pack everything well.
So many things don’t fit into the bag right,
Or don’t fit neatly together,
Or stick out the top (or the bottom) (or both).
People walk out the door with their lumpy, pokey bags.
And I think,
That’s just kind of the way love is.
Not really a neat, well-contained, orderly thing.
More of a
On Valentine’s Day,
Ricky picks me up from work
And we go home and make a ginormous delicious supper together
And give each other permission to
Never feel guilty ever again for not doing anything extravagant for each other on valentine’s day.
It just is not our way.
We are happy to just sit on the couch eating our apple chicken, rice pilaf, Harvard beets, and broccoli salad, watching the first few episodes of Modern Love.
Around 9:00, we walk out to Wimbrel Point,
And sit on the rocks in the cold wind
Looking at an unsettled Lake Ontario
And a big bright city skyline.
It is exceptionally perfect
And exceptionally chilly.
Sometimes we want different things,
The two us do,
And that feels scary-
To want something different
Than the person who you have bound yourself to forever wants.
Sometimes we wonder what it really means-
To genuinely love another human.
You hear a lot about
Love being selfless,
And it does need to be that,
Truly loving someone isn’t just giving yourself up for them.
Being willing to accept what they graciously offer you.
That is a part of love too.
And it isn’t necessarily the easier part.
We took this picture last summer.
Because of you,
I see so many more sunrises
Than I ever would
This is a gift you offer me.
There is a book called To Bless the Space Between Us,
And that phrase pops into my mind every now and then.
“Bless the space between us.”
The other day,
we were sitting down at a table, and our chairs happened to be kind of far apart.
We reached out and held hands to pray.
While we prayed, I looked down at our hands,
Hanging heavy there in the airy space,
And I prayed for God to
Bless the space between us.
Do you do anything special to celebrate Valentine’s?
What have you learned about love in the past year?