For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart.
It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
~~~ Judy Garland
My apologies, I haven’t been earnest with you, so let me be frank, because today’s post is all about Valentine.
More precisely … Valentine’s Day.
Apparently this week’s the week, when Hallmark rubs their hands with glee because of all the money that comes in. Florists all over the world are smiling because of the love that is in the air.
Ok – apologies again – this time for the cynicism.
We don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day in this house. I’d like to think, we’re having a Valentine’s Day every day and don’t need “a special” day to celebrate our love for each other. I suppose it’s not a bad thing, don’t get me wrong, especially for those “young lovers” (OMG that makes me feel old), but I suppose it’s the commercial aspect of it that really gets to me a bit.
But, all is not lost in this household. I do get flowers once in a while. Why not more often? Well … I’ve got a tendency to kill flowers. Like in, really fast, quickly! Poor souls. Hubby knows that cooking dinner or bringing home afternoon tea is much more appreciated than flowers.
Still, there was that memorable day when (still living in Germany) I went to work and received about 20 BEAUTIFUL red roses from him. It would’ve cost him a fortune and I truly loved them (thank god, I had mum around to help me look after them – LOL)
BUT … I received 20 red roses and had to get back home that night, 20 roses in my hand – the walk to the tram stop 10 mins, on the tram 10 mins, 30 uncomfortable mins on the train, another 10 mins on a bus and thank goodness only 2 mins walk to my apartment. I was slightly pissed off by the time I got home, but the oh’s and ah’s from my friends made up for it.
Have a wonderful Valentine’s Day, everyone, and remember “Love is in the air” every day!