So today’s prompt was “fire” which I guess can be apt for Valentine’s Day, as it’s often associated with passion. As I thought about the colors of fire, I inexplicably landed instead on these two snuggling ladybugs, which also seemed appropriate for the day. Perhaps, even more so than some of the existing iconography when you think about it. I mean, getting shot in the heart by a creepy baby in a diaper honestly seems like the most freakish thing in the world. If that were to actually happen in real life, I’m pretty sure everyone would just prefer to stay single. But the idea of celebrating love in all its forms is a pretty nice one, so that’s something I can definitely support. Though people who happen to be single at the moment often think this day can be a big bummer, it’s really not. The way I see it, everyone has someone who loves them, from family to best friends. It’s actually impossible to be truly alone in life, unless you’re Tom Hanks in Castaway and stranded on a deserted island, but even he had a volleyball to keep him company.
Philippe and I don’t normally celebrate this day in any significant way, but this year he bought me a new fountain pen! (turns out this year’s limited edition Lamy Safari Al Star pen is the same color as the Doodlewash icon, so what’s not to love about that?!). He said it wasn’t specifically for the day, but it happened to arrive last night. Since the timing made it feel like a Valentine’s Day gift, and I didn’t have one for him, I ran upstairs and dug around the back of my closet where I stash random Christmas stocking stuffers I buy throughout the year. It’s truly the thought that counts. I did, however, pick up a chocolate cherry brandy cake for us to have this evening. No idea if it’s good, I just asked for the one that was booziest. So, this year, I guess we ended up celebrating after all. No cards were exchanged, though, as we find it super awkward to give someone who lives in the same house one, while just sort of oddly standing there to watch them read it.
Truthfully, love isn’t something that has to come in pairs. It may come in different forms, but when you really stop to think about all the love in your life, it’s almost overwhelming. Sometimes when my dog looks at me a certain way, it makes my heart melt. Other times, of course, he looks a bit judgy and sort of pissed that he hasn’t been fed promptly, but often, it’s a look that feels a bit like love. And when someone says they love my post, I also feel rather loved as well since I did indeed make it myself. Family, though not in the same state and even country are in my thoughts and I’m in theirs, so there’s even more. And tonight, when Philippe and I catch each other’s eyes while deciding how big the slices of boozy cake should be cut, we’ll smile knowingly, and make them larger than we should. No seismic shift of the planet or cupids flying through the air, just those little signals sent as reminders that, no matter what happens, love is all around us.