I was a little disappointed on Valentine's Day. I only received one card. My kids and grandkids didn't even remember. Usually I get some cards from my kids, but with my early February birthday they probably thought they had already done their part.
About 8 that night someone was at the door. It turned out to be Mercy, the wife of Tony, our newspaper delivery man. Turns out she had a gift for me. She said Tony found it in our newspaper holder when he dropped off the paper several hours earlier. Tony thought I had left something for him. When he got home he saw my name on it. I was totally excited to be remembered. I now had my very own box of candy hearts with sweet messages like: "URA 10," "GO GIRL," "YOU RULE," "2002 HUGS," and "DREAM GIRL." The sender of the box was Cupid.
I loved Valentine's Day when I was in grade school. A few days before the holiday our teachers would wrap a big box with red paper, glue white doilies and red hearts all over it and we would drop our cards into it. The anticipation grew each day. On the big day we would eagerly wait in our seats as the teacher distributed our bounty. If we got more than one card from a classmate we knew they really liked us. Or if it was someone we liked we would attach a lot of meaning to that Valentine message.