Why did I go to that trouble, when I was drowning in laundry and drained by the kids' unending neediness and fussing? Every year on February 13, I wondered why I was putting my energy into it. (I also wondered this on July 2 and Good Friday.) It seemed normal to put lots of effort into Thanksgiving and Christmas, but not smaller holidays. But I couldn't stop myself. Something in me HAD to cut out hearts and think of new heart foods, even though the kids would have been happy having an ordinary day.
Now that the kids are older, they join me in eager anticipation for the 14th to arrive. I overhear them guessing what kinds of foods they'll have. They jump for joy about little surprises. They work hard on cards for a few days before the holiday, calling out that I'm not allowed near them. At breakfast they hand out their cards with big grins. I think they'll always enjoy making things special!