Isn't it funny how long you hang on to believing in things because you want to. I mean Santa, Easter bunnies, tooth fairies they're a part of the magic of childhood. As you grow older you learn the truth and discover typically that they are ... your mother ... keeping the magic alive.
In our home though we had another magical character. He... decidedly HE, came on Valentines. It was the Valentine Heart. He left an individualized note written on a red construction paper heart with an assortment of little chocolaty goodies. (I know Sparky once got a chocolate totem pole... but then that could have been Easter...) This was Dad's doing. Sorry Dad.... not sure what the exact giveaway was but the secret is out. But it's ok. I decided a while back that I liked the idea of Daddy having to take on a holiday of his own! So Patrick has been given the Valentine Heart task around here. Even though we both agreed a Saint Patty's day leprechaun would have been more appropriate with his Irish descent and namesake... but he wouldn't agree to wearing green tights and leaping around!
The telltale tidy writing, the fact that we were the only family ever visited by a Heart on Valentines?, the fact that there wasn't red construction paper handy anymore near Valentines day?? But it made our Valentines that more special... in a day for love and romance, and gushy stuff for adults, we kids had our own little pleasures in a special message of kindness and encouragement.
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