Deb’s tarts with hearts.
When we can’t embrace the day of romance
Too many times I heard today
“oh, I don’t believe in valentine’s day”
“it’s just a commercial Hallmark holiday”
What sort of world is this that we can’t embrace a celebrated day of love, sweetness and affection
I didn’t realise that it cost money to be creative
To show the one you love, that you love them.
Or a wildflower that grew in the garden overnight in the place where the unseen played.
Which is what I got.
One that was handmade, with vibrant love hearts and flowers
Getting to know your soul, your spirit,
exactly what your favourite shade of blue you adore.”
and I can write that as a love letter to myself.
Valentine’s Day is all about love
Love for others, for this mysterious lovely world which is unfolding to us,
and most importantly…
love for ourselves.
I love the way your hair shines in the sun,
and the way you adore your family so much.
I really admire how you’ve gone dream chasing and catching
with only a butterfly net and a gigglesnort in hand.
You are everything I’ve wanted to become.
I adore the peace that you have painted into your own soul,
even when you felt messy and unkept and sticky.
You are an artist of life.
And with that, I give you wings.
Wings you’ve had all along.
Deepest of love,
PS ~ thank you.