So, tell me. When you think of Valentine’s Day, what comes to mind? Chocolates? Cheesy yet lovable Hallmark cards? Roses? All sweet. Unless, of course, you’re allergic to chocolate and cheese.
You know what I think of when cupid comes to visit? Conversation hearts! They take me back to the fourth grade and giving everyone in my class these cut-out styled Valentine cards. You remember them? The ones that came about 20 to a package. I’d attach these cards to a small box of conversation heart candies and hand them out to all my classmates. And, while I was so very happy to hand these out to everybody (including the kids who picked me second to last for the kickball team), there was that one special boy who I was most excited to present them to … Paul. He had a really bad cowlick, was about 4 inches shorter than I and had a crooked smile. He was so dreamy. Sigh. I wasn't exactly sure how cupid would deliver the message but I trusted that Eros would take it home for me. I knew that once Paul started to go thru his conversation hearts and read them, he’d know that these sugary messages would have special meaning because they came from me. He’d also notice that I drew a very tiny heart at the top of the card which I, oh-so obviously, didn’t draw on any other cards. Oh yes, Paul would see that and we’d live happily ever after … or until after recess, whichever came first. Ok, so at the end of the day he never verbally proclaimed his love for me but he did devour his candy without hesitation. This was proof positive that we were meant to be.
That was one of my first forms of a love letter … candied hearts.
When I think of love letters now, I think of Shakespeare’s sonnets or poems by Neruda. That was up until recently. Now I think of the letters shared between Shilpa and Steven. I had the pleasure of creating their wedding film and, I must say, it was one of the most romantic events I’ve ever had the privilege of being part of. I was there as they read these beautiful, thoughtful, ethereal words of love. It’s hard for me to explain in words how it felt on the day as I am no Shakespeare nor Neruda. So, please allow me to show you how I weaved it all together visually and aurally.
I wish you a beautiful Valentine’s Day filled with love. Love of man. Love of self.
Hugs and conversation hearts,