OK, I’m giddy. I’m getting love notes.
I never thought words on a piece of paper would warm my heart so much.
What I’m feeling right now is something that I’ve never felt before, even though I’ve been in love a very long time.
|Artwork by my son|
Before you yell at your husband for not writing you love notes, too, I must confess.
The love notes aren’t from my husband. The only thing that resembles a love note from him is his signature on our Visa bill for dinner. And for that I’m very much obliged. Thank you very much, honey.
No, these love notes are from a future romantic who will one day melt a girl’s heart when he takes her to tea on a whim at a luxury hotel or buys her that local, handmade artisan necklace just because the color will look great with her eyes.
He will open the car door for her and notice when she bought a new shade of lipstick.
He will want to take her on hikes because he gets that from his dad, but he will end the hike with a nice bottle of wine and a scrumptious French baguette. He gets that from me. He’s my little cupid in training.
But, for right now, I am the happy mom who gets his love notes. I love looking in the backpack to see if he wrote a new one at his writing center in kindergarten.
Oh, I see a note. What?
It’s addressed to his sister, not me. How can this be? It’s the longest note I’ve ever seen, too. My notes only had “mama,” and “I love you," but this one…
It includes a drawn picture of the two of them, and reads, "I am glad the I love you. I like you.” So, he's still working on learning the use of the word "that." The incorrect grammar makes his notes even that more special. I’m so proud of him. He’s blossomed in education since starting school.
|The Love Note|
Even though he aggravates his sister on a daily basis, she is so lucky to have him as her brother. I can’t wait to show it to her when she’s old enough to understand.
There’s no way he can deny it. It's his written word. A little love note.
I hope I get one tomorrow.
Have a wonderful Valentine's Day!