Our doorbell rang at about 9 p.m. last Tuesday night. We went to the door together, sort of expecting a door-to-door sales pitch. There was no one there. But all these hearts were all over our front door!
I (volunteer) taught 8- to 11-year-old girls on Tuesday nights for five years. I have a different responsibility this year. It wasn't my choice, but I'm trying to make the best of it. I miss my girls immensely. So it was quite the thrill to see they miss me, too.
On the hearts they wrote about their favorite classes, such as dyeing yarn with Easter egg coloring and finger knitting, crocheting, weaving, looming, making fleece blankets for Children's Hospital, journaling and writing letters. They drew pictures of snowflakes and yarn. They wished me a happy heart day and a happy birthday. (They didn't forget my birthday this month!)
The wind was blowing, and some of the hearts were taking wing. My neighbors helped me collect them as they admired and read them. They wanted me to keep them on the door, but I was afraid the hearts would blow away, and I don't want to ever lose a single one of these. I want to keep them forever.
So I took them to work on Wednesday and put them up on my desk, to the delight of my co-workers.
This was the first time I've ever had a heart attack (although my dear, sweet husband did a terrific rose petal attack last year). I could get used to these fancy Valentine's Days! But now I miss my girls even more!