a memory of love

as i was trying to figure out something about love, i came across this reflection from al batt, from july 4, 2010:

when i turned 18, i told my father that i

should be able to stay out as late as i wanted.

my father agreed.

he told me that as long as i made it home

in time to milk the cows in the morning,

he was okay with it.

he added that because the car was only ll years old,

it needed to be home by midnight.

valentine's day is coming up; next monday! so many traditional items people purchase for that significant day of love. roses that cost four times as much as the day before -- now that's a gift of love! great for the economy! put them in a special vase, and admire them, try and remember the fragrance of roses. be of good cheer.

i love flowers, and they are a sign of love in so many ways. mostly, they are thoughtful; and thoughtfulness is the best kind of love, don't you think?

as i walked to my car late last night, i wondered what had gotten into the trees...today i notice that spring has gotten into them! no, it can't be! but yes...the flower bulbs are breaking through the dirt -- always a surprise for me because i forget they are there as the rest of the seasons progress. but, there they are. a loving reminder that spring is on it's way! the trees, too, are starting to bud. how can spring be on it's way so soon....i am only starting to plan for easter....and that is not until the end of april!

i do chuckle at al batt's reflection upon his youth and how we want to grow up so quickly. valentine's are all around, and yet, i still remember the unit in second grade on 'post office'. everyone had a special postal box where we would have our valentine's delivered. maybe that is why i walk quickly to my postal box each evening -- maybe signs of love will be there! well, if a bill can be a sign of love, i am well loved!

what a great memory to have, however, of feeling like we have reached "the right age" where we can be an adult -- only to be reminded that there is still so much to learn. 'i promise i'll be home in time to milk the cows'. 'yes you will, because the car isn't old enough to stay out past midnight'. i don't remember having a time to be home. but i do remember the voice in the dark that always greeted me whenever i came home. i wonder to this day...do parents ever get any sleep?

the flowers are awakening after a long winter's nap. spring is in the air. i've no roses at this time of the year -- i pruned my bushes last month! but signs of love are all around....roses that cost a fortune, bills that fill my postal box, and the reminder that we are never old enough to have someone top telling us that they care enough that we are home safely.

blessings of love to your day.....