February 14, 2015
(This is part of a 365 project during my 70th year where I write and
illustrate a blog on each day's gift.)
Today I saw a line of cars on Mountain
Road with drivers rushing to buy flowers or candy for Valentine's Day. I saw
one man at the Lake Shore parking lot trying to balance a bunch of flowers and
struggling to retrieve keys from a coat pocket with gloved hands while a light
snow blew around him. Maybe some of the drivers were headed to Victoria’s
Secret. Regardless of where they were headed, they wanted to show some emotion
to another with a special purchase.
My valentine gift did not require a
trip to the store. It did not necessitate going out into the cold. In a quiet
waking moment, with my sleeping husband right next to me, I felt a warm hand
close to mine. I reached out and touched his palm. Gently, a finger moved in
response against my hand.
Small moments like this are worth much
more than a dozen red roses or a box of chocolate covered cherry Godiva candies
or heart-covered satin somethings from Victoria’s Secret. (I’ll admit, however,
that I do not turn away such nice gifts.) Purchased things are ephemeral:
roses wilt and die; chocolates wind up going down the toilet; clothes fade
and wear out. Quiet connections as small as a touch of a finger last longer
than these other gifts-- for these connections live deep in the heart.
My gift today is a gentle connecting
touch.
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