Not long ago I found a card I made for my father for Valentine's Day when I was about 6 years old. The crooked heart on the cover, the slanty handwriting, the mis-spelled words...some serious work went into this card. I loved reading it.
I think of the cards my boys will make for me through the years and the thought warms me.
My 5 year old Jack with his precise printing and my 3 year old Hudson so proud of his "H's". They put a lot of thought into their art.
There will come a day when the artwork isn't so plentiful. When it doesn't come in on a weekly or even monthly basis. There may come a day when they are too cool to give mom a Valentine's card or (big sigh) it's from a store.
I have to say some 20+ years later (oh all right 30+ years later) it's nice to know the card I made was appreciated.
I want my boys to know that I appreciate their cards, their artwork and their efforts right now. That what they make for me is cherished and loved.
Happy Valentine's Day...love those cards!
