I don’t know about the rest of you, but I was never the girl that got a dozen roses, or for that matter, anything at all on any Valentine’s Day until I dated my now ex-husband in my early 30's. Wait — that’s not true. I could always count on my Mother sending me a little package of conversation hearts in the mail. (As a child I hated those candies – tasteless and half the words were illegible – yet I ate them anyway. I’m still compelled to buy them for my own two daughters, but I’ve upgraded the tradition by adding my own preference — a hunk of chocolate!) Anyways, I just wasn’t one of those girls that sat around feeling sorry for myself when red hearts and cupid showed up in store windows. At the time I wasn’t aware that my “lack” of dating had everything to do with my “lack” of self-love and willingness to be vulnerable, but that’s another article. My goal today is give you some random “love” tips that I’ve learned along the way and share on my other blog at Speak Your Truth.
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I just love this post, Colette. It should be in a magazine – seriously – so many women would be empowered by these simple yet brilliant truths. And the more we get to know your parents, the more we see how you ended up to be so awesome. Thanks for sharing your heart. Now I'm going to go share you with all my friends.
Kelly's right, this could and should be in a magazine! I love how you asked that the left hand side of the card be filled with all the reasons he loves you. Frenchie has come a long way, the first card he ever gave me was blank – just in case I wanted to use it for someone else! Yikes!