The Choice of Joy: Day 33, Sunsets, Lovers and Valentine’s Day

What a glorious day!  The sun is shining, ice melted and I could step outside without all bundled up in coat, gloves and a scarf.  And it is Valentine’s Day!

I think of that wonderful song from “The King and I” that Deborah Kerr sang: “Hello young lovers, wherever you are, I hope your troubles are few . . . .”  And this I wish to all young lovers, even the Republicans and members of the Tea Party. 

It is that wonderful feeling I get occasionally when I want to hug the world and wish everybody well. 

No, I do not have a lover to share the day with, regrettably.  But I have known those moments of looking across the bed at him sleeping, of being held by him during a slow dance on New Year’s Eve, of a Fourth of July picnic when he and I toasted the moment with champagne, different hims of each memory, but I felt blessed for the experience and the feeling of each one.

The day for me is more than romance memories, and I am lucky for that.  I have opened and enjoyed the homemade Valentine’s Day cards from my grandchildren, and I think of those precious hands gluing on the bows and glitter to the constructions.  I got a text from my daughter wishing me a good day. 

There is plenty I can whine about right now, but like Scarlet O’Hara, I will put that off another day. 

This evening the sunset is especially beautiful, with stripes of lavenders and orangey corals across the sky.  I inhale it.  What a glorious, glorious day!