salience
February 13, 2003
Man, the reality has just hit me: tomorrow is the much dreaded Valentine's Day. Part of me wants to dress nicely tomorrow morning, to console myself for a day in February I desperately do not want to care about. Every girl can say it means nothing to her, but it does. Oh, it does.
We are programmed to look forward to this day as soon as we turn the page of the wall calendar from January to February. You see, we remember all of those February 14ths from long ago: when our daddies would wake us up before they went to work with chocolate roses and little "You are my special baby girl" cards. Things would get even better when our mommas would hand us a lunch she made, even if it was the only lunch she would make all year, and there would be a note inside, written in red ink: "Happy Valentine's Day, honey." And then in class, we would all hand out the required, preforated, Valentine's Day greetings to our peers, and eat heart shaped cookies.
And for one day, during the bleak winter, our lives were full of vivid color and eager smiles.
We are programmed to look forward to this day as soon as we turn the page of the wall calendar from January to February. You see, we remember all of those February 14ths from long ago: when our daddies would wake us up before they went to work with chocolate roses and little "You are my special baby girl" cards. Things would get even better when our mommas would hand us a lunch she made, even if it was the only lunch she would make all year, and there would be a note inside, written in red ink: "Happy Valentine's Day, honey." And then in class, we would all hand out the required, preforated, Valentine's Day greetings to our peers, and eat heart shaped cookies.
And for one day, during the bleak winter, our lives were full of vivid color and eager smiles.
lasaliente, 21:22
