I'll just go ahead and put this out there - I am a fan of love. Love in all its forms.
Growing up, my devoted and very logical mother held a "Friendship Tea" in her elementary school classroom every year for Valentine's Day. You could bring your mom or dad, babysitter or grandparent. Anyone who was your friend. You'd enjoy the usual heart shaped red Jello Jigglers, sugar cookies with more icing and sprinkles than a Mardi Gras parade, and probably a sandwich or two with the crusts cut off. I think my mom always supplied the party with a veggie tray. Because. The whole point was that love exists in many forms, not just romantic. This was a lesson she wanted to instill early on.
I used to be envious that I wasn't invited. I suffered through conversation hearts and fruit punch at my school. In our class we would make our Valentine mailboxes as inviting as we could. Lisa Frank and NKOTB Valentine's were all the rage. "Girl You Know It's True, I Want You..... To Be My Valentine!" (I think I'll always be a Milli Vanilli fan. Don't judge me.) People were always left out. Feelings were always hurt. I would have kiiillllled for an Ariel card from David Jones...or Cardiff...definitely Phillip Rios. Definitely
I didn't have real crushes yet, but second grade still had its heartbreaks.
I'd get home, hopped up on red dye 40, slightly crestfallen. But I was home. And it was lovely. And my family was, is, loving. Dinner was steak and red mashed potatoes, and somehow red asparagus. Dessert (during the week!) was probably angel food cake with strawberries. Valentine's Day was for loving everyone. It was a family holiday. About love. No pressure. It was easy. And it was wonderful.
That photo was taken in the mid 80s at my dearest and oldest friend Carly's birthday. She's wearing a corsage. A freaking corsage. And I love it! I had to post it because we should all wear corsages. It's silly and romantic and lovely.
I am a fan. Share your love with something sweet.