My mom was the first I knew to say that Valentine’s is a holiday for love, and anyone who thinks romantic love is the only kind worth celebrating is an idiot.
Valentine’s growing up meant making cards for everyone in the family. It meant my dad buying my mother roses and a large box of chocolates (that us kids actually ate). It meant a fancy meal (by fancy I mean my mom broke out the lace tablecloth from her grandmother that had the coffee stain that she strategically hid under the flowers), with lit candles, and some sort of trinket gift sitting at each place.
Some years it was a heart shaped balloon for each, another a small plush, often it was candy, once it was a necklace that I wear when I want to recall my family’s love.
After dinner, we would make a giant heart shaped cookie cake, and take turns writing our names out in my mom’s always perfect buttercream frosting (I don’t know why, I just can never make my frosting as good as hers’). She said the cookie heart filled with our names represented our family, and how our hearts were filled with each other.
Yes, cheesiness runs in the family.
My first year away in college I got super homesick around Valentine’s Day, and ended up crying to my mom on the phone as she discussed who would be home for dinner and cookie cake that year.
The next day I got a giant jar of chocolate covered raisins in the college post office, with a note encouraging me to make heart shaped cookies regardless of where I was or who I was with. (Chocolate covered raisins were a treat I learned to eat because my mom liked them, and it became our special thing, sharing a bag of chocolate covered raisins, which none of my siblings particularly liked).
Every year since then my parents’ have sent me something for Valentines’ day, whether it be random spatulas, eco sourced candy (that did NOT taste good), hand lotion, chocolate, heavily wrapped homemade wacky cake, flowers, a gift card to a local restaurant, etc. etc.
They don’t really give me birthday gifts anymore, but somehow I know they will always try to treat me for Valentines’ Day.
Because anyone who thinks a holiday of love is only meant for romance IS an idiot.
this is so lovely, cocoa!! what a sweet history to have with valentine’s day. and yessss agree 100% wholeheartedly a holiday about love is not just for romantic love. one of my favorite things about love, february is seeing the many ways we show, feel, and share love <3 <3 <3
(also this is the best: the lace tablecloth "that had the coffee stain that she strategically hid under the flowers" we have the same one :D)
Thank you @bcampbell1662 for reminding me of how lucky I am to have my mom ~
PS ~ switching my sleep wake cycle has been simply awful, I apologize for any quality of my writing, becuase honestly I’m not that coherent at the momenttttttt
You just reminded me of eating chocolate covered raisins with my mom! I dont remember when it fell away but definitely a treat when I was in grade school and middle school.
Cocoa, The Fake Poet of February
February 11, 2020 at 12:25 PM
Day 11 ~ Love, February
Cocoa, The Fake Poet of February
February 11, 2020 at 12:26 PM
I celebrate Valentine’s Day because of my mom.
Because we always celebrated Valentine’s Day.
My mom was the first I knew to say that Valentine’s is a holiday for love, and anyone who thinks romantic love is the only kind worth celebrating is an idiot.
Valentine’s growing up meant making cards for everyone in the family. It meant my dad buying my mother roses and a large box of chocolates (that us kids actually ate). It meant a fancy meal (by fancy I mean my mom broke out the lace tablecloth from her grandmother that had the coffee stain that she strategically hid under the flowers), with lit candles, and some sort of trinket gift sitting at each place.
Some years it was a heart shaped balloon for each, another a small plush, often it was candy, once it was a necklace that I wear when I want to recall my family’s love.
After dinner, we would make a giant heart shaped cookie cake, and take turns writing our names out in my mom’s always perfect buttercream frosting (I don’t know why, I just can never make my frosting as good as hers’). She said the cookie heart filled with our names represented our family, and how our hearts were filled with each other.
Yes, cheesiness runs in the family.
My first year away in college I got super homesick around Valentine’s Day, and ended up crying to my mom on the phone as she discussed who would be home for dinner and cookie cake that year.
The next day I got a giant jar of chocolate covered raisins in the college post office, with a note encouraging me to make heart shaped cookies regardless of where I was or who I was with. (Chocolate covered raisins were a treat I learned to eat because my mom liked them, and it became our special thing, sharing a bag of chocolate covered raisins, which none of my siblings particularly liked).
Every year since then my parents’ have sent me something for Valentines’ day, whether it be random spatulas, eco sourced candy (that did NOT taste good), hand lotion, chocolate, heavily wrapped homemade wacky cake, flowers, a gift card to a local restaurant, etc. etc.
They don’t really give me birthday gifts anymore, but somehow I know they will always try to treat me for Valentines’ Day.
Because anyone who thinks a holiday of love is only meant for romance IS an idiot.
Love, February
Eazal
February 11, 2020 at 12:34 PM
Celebrating love. I cannot imagine anything better.
Thanks for sharing.
Cocoa, The Fake Poet of February
February 11, 2020 at 4:41 PM
☺️
another woodalchi nicole recruit
February 11, 2020 at 12:45 PM
this is so lovely, cocoa!! what a sweet history to have with valentine’s day. and yessss agree 100% wholeheartedly a holiday about love is not just for romantic love. one of my favorite things about love, february is seeing the many ways we show, feel, and share love <3 <3 <3
(also this is the best: the lace tablecloth "that had the coffee stain that she strategically hid under the flowers" we have the same one :D)
Cocoa, The Fake Poet of February
February 11, 2020 at 4:42 PM
🥰 shucks ~
Kudo Ran
February 11, 2020 at 12:52 PM
lovely, you’re a lucky one Cocoa, we never celebrated Valentine’s in family but I see the appeal of it <3
Cocoa, The Fake Poet of February
February 11, 2020 at 4:44 PM
Yeah, we all have different traditions, and I definitely caught the get excited About random holidays trait ~
rue
February 11, 2020 at 12:58 PM
This is a really lovely way to spend Valentines’ day.
Cocoa, The Fake Poet of February
February 11, 2020 at 4:45 PM
🥰
💜🍍☠ Sicarius The Queen of Melonia ☠🍍💜
February 11, 2020 at 1:37 PM
I love this. I want to somehow make this a tradition in my own life. Also I love chocolate covered raisins.
Cocoa, The Fake Poet of February
February 11, 2020 at 4:45 PM
You should!
FlyingTool
February 11, 2020 at 3:59 PM
Your mother is wonderfully wise!
Cocoa, The Fake Poet of February
February 11, 2020 at 4:46 PM
Haha, she thinks so 😘
Ayan
February 12, 2020 at 5:47 AM
This is so lovely! Thank you for sharing, think I will try and bake something on the weekend.
Cocoa, The Fake Poet of February
February 11, 2020 at 12:29 PM
Thank you @bcampbell1662 for reminding me of how lucky I am to have my mom ~
PS ~ switching my sleep wake cycle has been simply awful, I apologize for any quality of my writing, becuase honestly I’m not that coherent at the momenttttttt
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Beverly
February 11, 2020 at 1:45 PM
You just reminded me of eating chocolate covered raisins with my mom! I dont remember when it fell away but definitely a treat when I was in grade school and middle school.
Cocoa, The Fake Poet of February
February 11, 2020 at 4:46 PM
Sharing treats are always such great memories!