(I feel like I am posting a mug shot of my Valentine. hehehe. Why do I feel the need to embarrass him on anythings Valentines related?) I posted the pictures, but I never did get to tell you why it is I love Valentine’s Day so much. It has nothing to do with hearts or red roses (In fact, I find the symbols for Valentine’s Day rather atrocious on the whole.), it is about what it represents. There is something that makes my heart sing about knowing that all over the world, people are celebrating love. Not just romantic love, but children love, friend love, brotherly love…but mostly romantic love, if I’m honest. And for any of you out there who may be wanting to tell me that maybe I should be naming my favorite holiday as Easter, and stop getting so wrapped up in all these secular holidays, I would like to remind you that, “God is love, and he who abides in love abides in God, and God abides in him” (1 John 4:16). So when you get down to it, getting excited about love IS getting excited about God, so there. (Can you tell I’ve been crossed by that one before :))
Day of chaos sharp and tense,
Running, cleaning filth and nast
Sunshine breaks and calls us forth
Leave behind chaos’ source.
In a chair I settle deep,
While the babies run and leap.
Laughter dancing in my ears,
Needle guides my fingers clear.
Through the pleats I push my angst,
While the sunshine warms my nape.
Forget the bathrooms and the floors,
In the haven beyond our doors.
“Mommy, will you bring a snack?”
“In a minute,” I call back.
Crackers, cookies, water clear,
On their table small and dear.
“Can I sit by Dapples please?”
On one side the sisters squeeze.
Baby smiles a thankful grin,
To Sister who knew her very whim.
Curls begin to bob in time,
To some tune I cannot find.
“Mommy don’t you like this song?”
“Sorry girls,” I answer long.
Pink icing clutched in tiny fists,
As giggles burst through swaying hips.
A song I cannot seem to find,
Plays sweet and clear in babies’ minds.
“Thank you, Lord,” and my heart swells,
To watch the love, I could have squelched,
If chaos, nast, and dirty floors,
Had kept us all in dim-lit doors.
Two bodies move to table top,
Down comes umbrella ‘til it stops,
Closing in my little girls
Now Injun braves with golden curls.