It had been going on for a few weeks. When I stop to think about it, the first heart appeared in early February. One morning, I came down to the kitchen because I could smell coffee already brewing. My husband had been gone for hours. If he had made coffee, it would have been burning by now, not brewing. There by the coffee maker was a little pink heart cut from construction paper. Naturally, I surmised there must be a Valentine Faerie among us! I mentioned the Valentine Faerie to my daughter, who happens to love the color pink. She just smiled.
Another morning, I was downstairs and when I came up to my room, my bed had been made. Among the rumples of pulled up blankets was another pink construction paper heart. This heart had little candy hearts on top of it. I called my son, who at the time was six-year old.
“The Valentine Faerie has been here and made my bed!” I cried with joy. He, matter-of-factly, stated that it was probably his sister and not a faerie. I explained that I had asked her if she had seen anyone making my bed and she said no. So it simply must be a Valentine Faerie! At which point, he then agreed.
The next two weeks continued with little chores completed and pink hearts left unsigned. Then came Valentine’s Day. My youngest son decided he would not make his bed when he got up to see if “Coopid” would make it for him.
Our kitchen table had been sprinkled with candy hearts and chocolates. My older son and daugher, who were 9 & 10 years old, surprised us with a pink and white construction paper link-chain to decorate the kitchen.
We exchanged Valentine Coupons. I greatfully redeemed my “Good for Emptying the Dishwasher without Complaining” coupon. The kids decidied to use theirs more sparingly. The favorite seemed to be “Good to skip one Math Lesson”. (Of course, they didn’t know, one skipped Math Lesson today is just the same Math Lesson tomorrow!)
An hour later, 15 kids descended upon the kitchen to decorate cupcakes and overdose on sugar. My little guy was still waiting for the Valentine Faerie to make his bed. My daughter was slyly waiting for her little brother to leave his bedroom. She looked up at me almost bursting, “You know it’s me, don’t you?”
“I had a feeling,” I said and we laughed out loud.
“Don’t tell anyone,” she whispered. “I want to do it again next year.”
I hesitate to mention the scripture that comes to mind this Valentine’s Day. I’ve always considered it rather cliché as it is overused in way too many wedding ceremonies. However, if examined word for word, it is not cliché at all but instead, completely profound.
1 Corinthians 13 says,
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres… And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
What would this Valentine’s Day look like if we outdo one another in love? If we put others before ourselves?
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