Love

Valentines Day was the most important holiday in my house when I was growing up.  There were vases of red roses throughout the house, boxes of chocolate everywhere and my parents' oversized cards as declarations of love to each other on public display.  

Valentines day is a celebration of romantic love, to be sure, but we don't always have someone in our lives with whom we can celebrate romantic love.  

So today, like any other day, I list the many other types of love that we can feel in our heart.  Even if this is not the romantic love we celebrate on Valentine's Day, there are many loves for which we should be grateful.  Many types that we should seek and nurture.  That for which we should feel honored and grateful. 

We should also celebrate love we have for our: 

children

old friends (and new friends)

parents

siblings

aunts, uncles

siblings-in-law

in-laws

employers

cousins

the pharmacist

the librarian

our neighbors

pets

plants

music

our hiking boots

our bike

morning coffee

cancer doctors

chemo

We all have many reasons to feel lucky.  List the people in your life that you love and make sure that they know it.  Life is short.  Never withhold love. 



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