The kind-hearted Bernard texted me at 6.30pm. “Has anyone wished you a happy v day?” he wanted to make sure. I’m thankful he checked. V-day is a weird day to get through. Holidays that are big for kids are hard for me when the girls are with their father, as they are today. Saturday Djuna and I had made valentines together, and I dropped them off with her teacher this morning, but I hadn’t't seen Djuna herself since yesterday at 8.24 am. At midday, right after she started her nap, I couldn’t help myself and I stopped in at school to give her a kiss on the cheek and present her with a heart-shaped chocolate.
But actually, yeah, I did get valentines wishes this year. My parents, Miss Dorothy, Alexis, Daniel, Mark, Keith, and Coby (a man at the Volkswagen dealership) all wished me a happy valentines day. Keith sent me flowers on Tuesday and took me to a movie tonight. So I’m counting my blessings, which are more sweet than bittersweet I suppose.
This is what Keith wrote to go with the flowers:
“This novel beauty reveals itself in bloom, in time
A fragrance for a new beginning.
KM
PS. This is not a valentine”
Pretty pretty, huh?
