So today, I got the best Valentine’s card, addressed to Frenchie. It comes every year, postmarked right from Philadelphia, without fail. When I was little, it was usually accompanied by a little gift, and now that the secret’s out, it’s always given with chocolate.
It’s from not one, but three boys, who pretty much are forced to love me, but they’re not forced to be my Valentines. It also may or may not have been heavily influenced by my mother, but hey, that is the nature of les garcons. Surprise! It’s from my dad and two brothers. Aren’t they cute?
I think Valentine’s Day is highly commercial – overly priced restaurants and tacky teddy bears included. But every once in a while, it’s nice to have a little glitter for the mantel place, non?
Have a LOVEly weekend – romantic or not!