My son and I have started making Valentines for his classmates and it's been a lot of fun watching his creative mind at work. (None of the girls are getting red sparkly hearts - these go to the boys because they are "too much" for the girls. Can't wait until he gets his first glimpse of a girl wearing red lipstick.)
But it reminded me of my favorite Valentine card, possibly the best card I will ever receive. It was during a strange and unsettled time, a time when my husband and I were redefining ourselves as individuals and midway into our journey to start a family. I think the only thing that kept us tethered to the day-to-day during that time was having each other.
At any rate, my husband, who's most gifted with the pen or a shaker, raided my craft closet and made a card for me. It may not sound like much, but I knew just how much he'd stepped outside of his comfort zone, picking up a pair of scissors, creating the color combinations, gluing on teeny, tiny rickrack, breaking out the glitter (!!)...
I love this card, still, just as much as I did the day I received it. Sometimes it's the small stuff that ends up feeling the most profound. But this year, it's my turn. He's getting a 3-dimensional card and let me tell you, it's pretty big - and right up his alley. I can't wait! (I'll post it after Valentine's Day.)