Valentine’s Card

Happy early Valentine’s Day, everyone!

I grew up being intensely cranky about Valentine’s Day, but I am mellowing out about it in my old age. Plus this year it is sidled up right next to President’s Day so you can get romantic about Grover Cleveland if you want to and double up on the holiday goodness and so how can I get cranky about that?

I think the most favoritest Valentine I ever received was one from my mom when I was in college. It was some big, large, glittery ridiculous Hallmark number (my mom loves buying gigantic cards from Hallmark) with hearts all over it and a sappy embossed Hallmark-written calligraphy poem inside about how perfect I am (my mom thinks I am way perfect, please don’t try to argue this point with her) and written across the bottom in my mom’s careful writing it says the following:

“‘I DON’T KNOW WHY I LOVE YOU LIKE I DO.’ I learned this from a commercial about spaghetti. I love you, my darling daughter, MOM”

I don’t know if you have to know my mom to realize how friggin’ awesome that is. Every time I look at that card I laugh and tear up all at the same time.

Oh, and in case that totally went over your head, there used to be a commercial- like for Ragu sauce or something. And there was this cheesy rendition of that song on it. And this is how my mom chose to express herself. You gotta love a lady like that.

I hope you have a loverly weekend, everyone, and that you have someone in your life that writes you kooky love cards like that.

I’m out,
Librarian Girl


  1. that is awesome. i have nearly every letter/card my mom has given me, mostly because she writes glowing letters of recommendation about me, to me. it’s one heck of an ego boost whenever i’m down. very little on this earth can top moms.

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