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Topic: Valentine (05/16/05)
TITLE: Sweetheart Day?
By Anna Blake
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I can’t say that Valentine’s Day was ever my favorite holiday. I believe that it was a holiday for sweethearts. I have never had a sweetheart on Valentine’s Day. I have, however, had three memorable moments and three memorable Valentines.
My first Valentine is my Daddy. Freshman year of college I got a boyfriend almost right away, but I knew in my heart it was all emotion and no depth. Basically, he was not God’s will for me and when I got back from Christmas vacation I broke up with him. Trying to make the best of the season, I blurted out my disgust of the holiday to one of my girlfriends as we headed to the mailboxes. I let her know I didn’t care one iota if I had a boyfriend or not. Valentine's Day just wasn't for me. Who cares? Someone cared. In my box there was a note that said I had a package. I picked it up at the post office room and saw that it was from Daddy. He sent me two baby rose plants that nestled in a wooden basket. As I cried tears of joy, all I said about the holiday flew out the window.
Upcoming Valentine’s formal had a twist to it. The rules were that the girls had to ask the guys out because it was a leap year. Explains everything, right? I felt stupid. I had no boyfriend, I had no brothers I went to school with. My cousin already had a steady girlfriend. Last option, I asked a close friend of mine to go with me and he said yes. On the night of the formal I was struck with a horrific thought–he was going to bring me flowers. All the guys did for their dates. Flowers give a message, especially for Valentine’s Day. What kind of flowers did he get me that would mean “we are just friends hanging out”. “You look nice,” he said as he came up behind me. I turned to see him standing there as he handed me a bouquet of–get this– bright, florescent carnations sprinkled with glitter! Relief, and a stifled laugh, washed over me. We had the best time that night.
This last Valentine is a elderly man I work with. Just recently we got the news that his dear wife passed away. Being a man that was known to be the biggest flirt and the hardest worker for his age even off the clock, has never been the same since the tragedy. Valentine’s Day rolled around, and once I got to work that day and saw him there, a thought came to me that could believable be the voice of God. “Get him a rose,” the voice said. I purchased a single yellow rose and gave it to him with a simple “Be my Valentine”. With tears in his eyes he answered, “Of course.” He still comes up to me at work and whispers, “I’m still you’re Valentine, aren’t I?”
This all made me come to the conclusion that Valentine’s Day was probably made for sweethearts, but for me it is simply this: it’s the holiday for the people I love. Yeah, maybe I’m a little embarrassed that I never had a boyfriend on Heart Day, but I’ve had Valentines.
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