Can one single day encompass the richness and diversity of experience — from the heartwarming to the heartbreaking — that love can produce? Does it even make sense to channel so much emotional energy into 1/365th of the calendar?
My answer is yes and no.
Yes, for the hopeless romantic; for the guy who intends on popping the question on February 14th; for the couple married on that day; for partners and married couples who make it the one day of the year to splurge on a dozen crimson roses and the big box of Godiva chocolates; for the restaurant owner who delights in an evening of patrons in love. Valentine’s Day can be the emotional high of the year for many.
My personal answer is no. This one day does not encompass the entirety of love. I will probably be home Valentine’s night, cleaning my bathroom or watching Shark Tank. I know, pretty lame. If you believe, though, I am going to “wah-wah” about not being “in love” or having an excuse to buy Godiva chocolates, you are wrong.
Why? Because I celebrate the day of love 365 days of the year.
With dangling shoes…
I don’t personally know who belongs to the shoes in the picture, but it is the symbolism of love in my world. Love of several legs and shoes that make up friends, family, co-workers, and the lady at Wil-Mar’s that hands out a free sample of chocolate confection every time I walk through the door.
(Yes, I do love the chocolate sample lady.)
(Don’t judge me.)
While love can be a focus on a particular day of the year, it’s an emotion that is ever present in life. I recently told someone that regardless of personal or financial circumstances, I have been blessed by a plethora of warm, breathing humans who make it a wonderful day whether it’s January or September, spring or fall, at 7:00 am or 10:00 pm, or any given day of the week. I cannot stress this enough. I have been blessed with human love, 365. From the girlfriend who “tells me like it is” and introduces me to chocolate martinis; to the unnamed person who gave me not one, but three gift certificates to the massage therapist; to the brother who supports what I do for our mother; to the friend that says it’s okay to swear once in while (as long as I don’t scare the cats or small children); to the co-worker who always shares the best grocery store deals of the week; and to the Mission ladies who always guide in faith. I do not have enough fingers and toes to count the ways that I love and am loved.
I am not personally in need of a Valentine’s Day.
I do not want for love in any way.
I simply ask for this…
Shoes that are never far from my heart.
Shoes that are ever present with love, every day, without fail.
Happy Valentine’s (Shoe) Day…today, tomorrow, on February 14th and forever.
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