I may have mentioned before that Valentine’s Day is one of my favorite holidays of the year. It brings back memories of the past, when I was just a youngster at home, and never a day goes by that I wouldn’t like to be young again on Valentine’s Day, a day set aside to spread love by collecting bags of beautiful cards with love as well as humorous greetings to send to those we love.

To me good friends are like sunshine in our life. They bring out the best of us, and never a day goes by I don’t think about them and want them all back.

St. Valentine Day in former times was actually a kind of mock betrothal marked by the giving of gifts, but I like to think of it as the old belief that the birds first choose their mates on this day, and that’s the reason our Lord chose to have me sitting in a booth in the Rendezvous in Piedmont, West Virginia, talking with my friend Virginia on a Saturday night, when, like they say, out of the blue this ole rooster, a wonderful young man wandered in, and sat down beside me to talk to a friend he knew that Virginia was dating.

Well, to make this a short story, I never got rid of Melvin for 63 wonderful years. Truly, I believe our lives are planned for us.

I have to agree that St. Valentine Day makes the world a more loving place; as my loving husband would say, “No bones about it!”

Holidays are all about spending time with family and friends. And like I said before, “It brings out the best in us,” especially Valentine’s Day with all the precious cards I hold dear to my heart; like the valentine message scribbled on a scrap of paper that our young grandson Philip handed to me many years ago along with a picture of himself and “Happy Valentine Day Grandma, I love you because you cook my favorite food, and read me stories, and love me and my pets” scribbled inside.

Now what could be more precious than that?

The store shelves are lined with beautiful holiday cards of all variety, but nothing takes a place of a greeting card made for you by someone special, and I cherish them all.

It’s like walking back in time.

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