Tomorrow is St. Valentine's Day and, if there's anything to tradition (and I dearly hope there is), grade schoolers everywhere are wrapping shoe boxes in red, pink and white paper, cutting a slot in the lids and anticipating St. Valentine's Day messages from their classmates.
Little paper cards with hearts and puppies and kittens and flowers meant to suggest some innocent romance or affection. I always wanted a Valentine from Mary Lynn Schoolcraft, the cutest girl in the second grade. I don't know if she wanted one from me, but I always reserved the sweetest one for her.
Later, the candy, the wee sugary hearts with sentiments like "Oh! You kid!" and "Be Mine" were passed around for everyone to enjoy. Milk chocolate in the shape of hearts, jelly beans and Good & Plenty (a confection I never appreciated. Licorice, ya know). All that candy could take a boy's thoughts away from even Mary Lynn Schoolcraft, but just for a moment.
Happy St. Valentine's Day everybody!
I was a fairly shy and, in my eyes, not one of the popular kids in grade school. (My classmates from that era that I am still in touch with don't seem to remember me that way for which I am grateful.) But I always dreaded the school Easter egg hunt because I never seemed to find eggs like my classmates did. And I dreaded Valentine's Day for fear nobody would put valentines in my decorated shoe box and I would be terribly embarrassed. Some always did, but the fear never went away.
By high school I was out of my shell and felt like I could stand my ground socially, but back then. . .not so much.
Tomorrow is Hombre and my wedding anniversary--let's just say we've been married more years than many of our Coffee Shoppers have lived at all. And we rarely ever celebrate on the 14th because the restaurants are packed and it's just generally not as much fun as going out on a less frenetic night.