Growing up, Valentine's Day was always celebrated with boxes of colorful paper, glue, lace, doilies, ribbon, thread and really anything else you can craft with taking over the dining room table from the third week in January until the very last moment that you could make it to the post office to mail your fantastically crafted, hand made valentines. My mother made this as special as any other holiday. Her beloved Victorian house was decorated so sweetly in delicate cupids, antique valentines, lace, hearts and love. She made sure we celebrated this season sending messages of love to everyone we knew. February 14 was also mom's birthday. A valentine baby. Grandma used to tell us that when she was born her nostrils were shaped like hearts. Silly, that grandma.
Mom's tradition of Valentine's Day and the season of love is alive and well. We have a messy dining room table (the very table actually) from the third week of January until February 15. Even at 16, my Mickey was cutting and gluing away, making sure handmade love notes were sent to all.
Thank you mama for this wonderful tradition. I miss you. so. much.
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