Stars and hearts. They have found their way in our homes for years. Just shapes I’m drawn to like being drawn to clean lines and no clutter. Some have special memories but most just a sweet beauty that brings a curl to the edges of my mouth.
Valentine’s is coming and part of me isn’t a fan. A friend calls it the forced day of showing love or something like that. I get his point. I don’t need Hallmark to tell me I should share that love with another…..Do I?
Henry and I say those words to each other daily. Mean it, try to show it. I could do better. We say those words to our children often, to our parents. Henry’s 83-year-old mother calls him every Monday and I sometimes hear him as the conversation ends, “I love you mama.” (He got the mama from me. I love it!) I admit, the cards are a nice extra on this day of forced affection 😉
I say people see what they want to see. Maybe you won’t see the heart shape in the edge of the milk glass plate or the shells, but I do. I hope you’ll see love somewhere, know love. The romantic love that makes the pulse quicken, the love of a friend you know you can call anytime of day or night. Mostly, the love of God whose love is perfect and without condition. The Love who looks past our faults and cheap imitation of love and shows us a love we’ve never and will never know from another.