every year since I can remember, my parents have doted on me on valentine's day. when I was younger, I'd come down for breakfast to find a card and chocolates, or a cd, or a cheesy stuffed animal at my chair. in college, I'd get a care package that contained a great deal of chocolate (my mother knows me all too well...and my study habits) and a note about what a fabulous daughter I am. they know how to make a girl feel loved.
even in my adult life, the past two years have been accompanied by flowers and chocolates sent to my place of work.
this year, though, the postal worker brought flowers and I looked in shock when I saw they were, indeed, NOT for me.
mom, dad? don't you love me anymore?
well, obviously I know that "no flowers" does not equate with "no love". but I got to thinking about the concept of this...about how much I love to get flowers at work...and I realized something.
I want to prove to others that I am loved.
not having a boyfriend or fiance' or husband this year really hadn't bothered me (if you've ever been single for an extended period of time, you know that you go through times of caring a whole lot and times of not caring a whole lot).
until those flowers came and they weren't for me.
because when you work in a place where EVERYONE has a significant other/fiance'/spouse, you start to realize that some of them think you're lame. that you don't have a life, or that something is wrong with you.
or maybe I just project these ideas onto those people. either way, to me, flowers tell others that I am not unloved.
pretty silly, I know.
then I got to thinking about love. how lucky I have been. ohhh I know, everyone says they have the best people in their life. but I know the truth. I have the best.
I have been loved well by some pretty stellar people. I'm talking about love as a choice. love that isn't exactly easy.
the kind of love that gets me choked up. the kind that makes me sit and stare in disbelief. the kind of love that knows me. that knows all my garbage. all the things about me that make me shudder. the things I really dislike about myself. the ugly parts.
I have been beyond blessed by people who know all of this, and yet, stay by my side.
no judgment or grudges or weird looks. just love.
that kind of love is a taste of Jesus' love on earth.
and so, on this cheesy holiday dedicated to love, I'd just like to remember this love. and challenge myself to love more like this.
and also, to share love with a heart-shaped pizza from papa john's. because everyone knows that nothing says love like that.
no, I am not getting commission from papa john's for this. just cracked me up.
happy cheesy hallmark holiday - I hope this day finds you feeling loved!