Every year as Valentine's Day approaches I tend to hear people refer to the day as nothing but a commercial money grab. Nowadays, hasn't every "holiday" we celebrate turned into a commercial money grab? I am here to tell you why it doesn't have to be that way.
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I, of course like many people, have allowed this day to be a money grab in the past. Spending money that didn't need to be spent on things that were easily forgotten. But then 4 years ago it became so much more for me. My Husband proposed to me on Valentine's Day. I know there are many who feel that sort of proposal is so cliché. I don't think it is. Having our engagement occur on a day that is easy to remember has actually been fun. We always reminisce about the day we became engaged, it makes us remember how special that day was for us.
When you think about it, is there really anything wrong with having one day a year that forces you remember the love you have for others? Do you have to spend money to show someone you love them? Does love only mean loving a partner? Of course not. Everyone has someone they love, whether it is a significant other, your friends or your family. Take Valentine's Day as an opportunity to think about the love you have for the people in your life. Show them you care and tell them what they mean to you.
Yesterday, our 5 year old Nephew Gavin came home with a booklet of "People I Love". My Brother-In-Law shared with me that one of things that Gavin loves is Our house, where his Uncle Callum and Rascal (my dog lives). Of course, I am missing from that little description, but it turned my heart to mush knowing that we (or at least my Husband and dog) make enough of a difference in his life for him to mention us (them).
When you think about it, is there really anything wrong with having one day a year that forces you remember the love you have for others? Do you have to spend money to show someone you love them? Does love only mean loving a partner? Of course not. Everyone has someone they love, whether it is a significant other, your friends or your family. Take Valentine's Day as an opportunity to think about the love you have for the people in your life. Show them you care and tell them what they mean to you.
Yesterday, our 5 year old Nephew Gavin came home with a booklet of "People I Love". My Brother-In-Law shared with me that one of things that Gavin loves is Our house, where his Uncle Callum and Rascal (my dog lives). Of course, I am missing from that little description, but it turned my heart to mush knowing that we (or at least my Husband and dog) make enough of a difference in his life for him to mention us (them).
This reminded me of a Valentine I made for my Bubbie (Grandma) over 25 years ago. We found this after she passed away. I can't even begin to tell you the emotion I felt knowing that she had kept this little piece of paper for all of those years. I keep this in a frame in my sewing studio all year round. I love being able to see it while I sew.
This year in preparation for Valentine's day, I began using some of my pink scraps to make a Valentine's Day quilt. I wanted to use one of my favourite blocks by Pile of Fabric and replicate a larger version The Hohnstreiter Ohana's "Cross my Heart Mini".
Unfortunately I only got as far as making the quilt top and haven't had time to quilt it. I have so many ideas about how I want to quilt it, and it will most likely take me until next Valentine's day to complete it!
So I urge you not to write this year's Valentine's Day off as a commercial holiday. Take time to think about those that you love and show them you care!
Unfortunately I only got as far as making the quilt top and haven't had time to quilt it. I have so many ideas about how I want to quilt it, and it will most likely take me until next Valentine's day to complete it!
So I urge you not to write this year's Valentine's Day off as a commercial holiday. Take time to think about those that you love and show them you care!
I love the little spot of colour and warmth this heart brings to a very snowy and cold time of year.
