To love another person...
Valentine's Day can be such a rough holiday. Singles feel left out, and people in relationships feel pressured to create romance on demand. Luckily for me, Brad isn't into that scene either. We're having a low-key evening at home, so while he watches Lost, I can share something that's been on my mind all day.
My dad called on Sunday to tell me he loved me. He was listening to Les Miserables with my mother, and when the finale came on and Jean Valjean sang, "To love another person is to see the face of God," he thought of me. Not because I'm more special than my siblings, I hasten to add in case they're reading this, but because I was really into the show when I was a teenager. I memorized every word from the symphonic version, and sang it while doing chores. I'm sure if my daugher someday belts out "Master of the House" while washing dishes, I'll associate the show with her too.
Anyway, when Dad called, I was pleased and touched, but I was also a little distracted, because I'd just been working on the monster project and couldn't fully switch gears. But I remembered the phone call this morning, maybe because it's Valentine's Day. And it made me feel really happy, and really loved.
I think the real problem with Valentine's Day is that it's focused too much on romance, and not enough on love. I'm have so many people in my life to love-my parents, my siblings, my sister-in-law, my nephew, my friends writewong and RP and imatart and Mad-Eye Lover, and of course, Brad.
But I'm too shy to call everyone up and tell them I love them. I'll just have to think it.
My dad called on Sunday to tell me he loved me. He was listening to Les Miserables with my mother, and when the finale came on and Jean Valjean sang, "To love another person is to see the face of God," he thought of me. Not because I'm more special than my siblings, I hasten to add in case they're reading this, but because I was really into the show when I was a teenager. I memorized every word from the symphonic version, and sang it while doing chores. I'm sure if my daugher someday belts out "Master of the House" while washing dishes, I'll associate the show with her too.
Anyway, when Dad called, I was pleased and touched, but I was also a little distracted, because I'd just been working on the monster project and couldn't fully switch gears. But I remembered the phone call this morning, maybe because it's Valentine's Day. And it made me feel really happy, and really loved.
I think the real problem with Valentine's Day is that it's focused too much on romance, and not enough on love. I'm have so many people in my life to love-my parents, my siblings, my sister-in-law, my nephew, my friends writewong and RP and imatart and Mad-Eye Lover, and of course, Brad.
But I'm too shy to call everyone up and tell them I love them. I'll just have to think it.