Yesterday my dad could not get away from work. Thus, I was charged with the task of picking up flowers and a card for him to give Maa for Valentine's day.
I realized there, in an overwhelming Albertson's isle that boasted an inordinate amount of hokey ways to say the same generic thing, that greeting cards do not equal romance. I have never been one to despise Valentine's day. In fact, I am all for celebrating love.
However.
Give me a piece of loose leaf torn from a free notebook with a person's real thoughts scribbled on it.
Give me a single flower hand-picked from the neighbor's garden.
Perhaps if I were in love with Mr. Hallmark, such cards might mean something to me. Yet, all it seems to really say is, I haven't thought enough about you to have much of anything to say on the subject.
...
Except this card:
This card really speaks to me.
In spite of the man, I hope you allow yourselves to enjoy a day just for love.
