A Valentine's Day Memory

Do you ever wonder if the memories you have from childhood are…accurate?

As I get older, I feel as if I am mashing moments together into one memory. I started down this rabbit hole of thought earlier today when I was reminded of a Valentine’s Day many years ago. My sister and I were treated to a fancy dinner out with our dad. While I don’t have any clear recollection of what they looked like, I know we were dressed up in fancy outfits with our hair curled and likely adorned with a bow. My lovely Tennessee, southern bell mother would have it no other way. I remember snow, and watching birds eat and a feeder outside one of the restaurant window.

I may not remember what I ate, the name of the restaurant, or what we talked about at the table. But I do remember feeling loved and special.

My hope for anyone reading this is that you find that feeling Valentine’s Day. Maybe it is from a significant other, a parent, a sibling, a friend, or even a pet. But be on the look out because it would be a shame to miss it. Even better: give the gift of feeling loved and special to someone else. It doesn’t have to be romantic but it does have to be genuine and kind.