Written by Emily
The sides of my hands and, oddly, my forehead are stained by marker in a color that resembles bruising. My cuticles are raw from nervously biting them to the quick while I watch little hands painstakingly write every letter. My fingertips are sticky. I have a paper cut. We are knee-deep in Valentine’s Day bits and bling, and I am battered…and a bit callous.
As I wrestled with the Ironman and Batman Valentines my son chose, it occurred to me that card manufacturers need to can the disingenuous, silly messages and replace them with something a bit more meaningful.
If my children were self-aware, and they really wanted to tell me on a Valentine just how much they loved me, the sentiments might look something like this…
Happy Valentine’s Day, friends. I hope your day is filled with sincere tokens of appreciation and a moment to catch your breath.