
Over at my Seasons blog, I posted about the upcoming holiday of Valentine’s Day, and then talked for a bit about how early it is to be even thinking about it.
But when you consider that Christmas decorations were up before Halloween, I’m thinking…no, not too early.
I especially love Valentine’s Day, because of the year 1997. That’s when my two granddaughters were born…in the month of February. One on the 13th and the other on the 21st.
Now they would be horrified that I’m even talking about them in this way—or maybe not. They know that I do talk about them here and there (on the Web), and they acknowledge and accept that I’ve used a picture of them as my Snow Impressions blog header.
But they’re entering their teens this year. Yes, alas, they will be thirteen in February this year.
But perhaps they will be those unique teenagers who do not ignore and even “dis” the older generation. Perhaps their relationship with their beloved Nana (lol) will prevent all of that.
We shall see.
I recall that when I, too, was in that age group, I had little use for the older generation, but that did not include grandparents. Somehow, grandparents can escape that condescension, possibly because the relationship is so different. Grandparents are not in the same category as those Parental Units.
But I digress. My topic here is supposed to be Valentine’s Day. Oh, yeah, that romantic holiday. I do vaguely remember those days of romance…hmm! I even wrote about some of that stuff.
These days, I read about other people’s romance and even write about other people’s liaisons.
Now I have the benefit of experience, and while I do not discount the wonder of a new love, I do look at the whole thing with a “grain of salt,” mixed in with the 20/20 vision of hindsight.
But for those of you who still believe (and I occasionally do, even at this late stage!), enjoy!