Love

This post is a couple days late, 

but I've had so many things going on

& not the energy to sort through 

them all aloud-

let alone organize them into text. 

I did find myself this week thinking a lot about

love, 

much like everyone else. 

What I've never understood about the Holiday 

on February 14, is the stigma attached.

"Hallmark Holiday, Single's Awareness Day, 

'shouldn't every day be what matters?' Day"

Maybe it's just me, but I've never had

a problem with Valentine's Day. In fact,

I've always loved it.

I love celebrating a day to make special

the people we care about. I mean, 

if you really think about it, isn't that

what every holiday is about? A day to

set apart something that should be celebrated?

I've certainly never been upset when it is 

someone's birthday and not mine, 

and yes, I should certainly celebrate my loved 

ones on a daily basis, but if every

day is special, 

is anything really special? 

I say no. 

So on this Valentine's Day, and the 

days surrounding it, I opened my 

eyes to the things I saw that made

this special day what it is. &

I loved it.