Since I began my career writing romance (both historical and contemporary), I can’t let Valentine’s Day go by without at least a passing nod. Yes, there are plenty of people who think of it as a greeting card holiday, and yes, when I see those commercials urging us to buy our sweeties diamonds and cars and such, I’ve got to admit, there’s an element of materialism to the whole thing. But there’s also a sweet side to the holiday, and I’m not talking about the chocolate!
Remember when You had a Valentine’s Day party at school? It was always at the end of the day, and I bet we drove our teachers nuts being antsy with anticipation. We were allowed to handout Valentine’s in class, and my parents made me write one to every single kid in the class, like them or not. I suppose that was a good lesson, though I can still remembering sitting at the kitchen table writing those cards and wracking my brain as I tried to remember who sat where in class so I didn’t leave anyone out.
OK, sure, I’m dating myself. But back then, the Valentine’s we handed out looked like this
Cute and corny.
The Valentine candy we gave each other sure wasn't from Godiva! It was Bazooka bubblegum and those still-around-today conversation hearts. We took their messages seriously, too.
Sure, it was a simpler time, but I don’t think that’s a half bad. Maybe if we concentrated more on silly cards and less on diamonds and cars, we’d all be better off.
And PS, don’t tell my husband, but he’s getting a bag of M&Ms.