Cupid in full production

Completed one of my favorite tasks of the year early-early this morning: packing up a load of handmade valentines to take to the post office.  I didn't devote the amount of time to the task that I generally do, that I prefer to.  Unfortunately, my silly job interfered, eating up 4 hours of the Sunday that I had planned to devote to this crafty love sesh.

Still the Valentines are made and mostly posted.  I ran out of everything, most notably glue, so didn't produce the same quantity as in years past.  Some people who've received paper cards from me before will sadly have to content themselves with a digital version -- in order to have enough to go around.  There's probably an environmental argument in there somewhere: that it would be better for the trees in the end, if I just made one valentine and sent it out digitally for the rest of my life.  But where, oh where, would be the fun in that?

Instead, with the tv going in the background, Joe and puppy curled up on the couch, off I went with the scissors and the construction paper, with the stickers and the glitter glue, pasting up this year's rendition of the sparkly love-messages, reserved for my friends, the recipients of all of my Valentine's love.

As it should be.  Not a romantic holiday, but a celebration of the joys of friendship, the kula as we call it in yoga, that big family we make as we go about our lives.  

Valentine's Day is so my favorite holiday.  Thanksgiving is great, Christmas is delightful, but Valentine's Day is a holiday I can really feel, one that really fills me with a desire to celebrate, to make and send these little love bombs in the mail as I have done for my entire life.  This one's mine, super-sweet and good enough to eat.