It took having kids to take me back to my childhood innocence about this day. I felt as though my anti-establishment self was saying, “I’m above that day and Hallmark telling me why I am loved. I don’t need to buy into the commercialism.”
Well, I repent of those words friends; because, I’m not above it. It’s me reclaiming a day submerged in consumerism and saying:
I need a day to throw a party in the dead of winter. I need red, pink & purple. I need glitter and hearts and chocolate. I need fancy. I need candles lit, tablecloths laid and fondue pot with cake & fruit to dip. I want to remind my very aesthetic self that life is STILL moving and STILL living underneath the frostbitten leaves.