I know for a lot of folks, this isn't a happy holiday, and I almost thought I shouldn't bring it up at all. But I think it's good, I really do, to have a reminder that you should pause and tell the people in your life (parents, partners, children, friends) that you love them. And okay, I don't actually know most of you enough to really love you for yourselves, fair enough. But I love that you're here, reading these words. And I bet I would at least like you if I met you, because, well, so far I've pretty much liked everyone I've met, once I got to know them. In fact, I'll go a step further -- I actually believe that if I know anyone well enough, if I really get to understand what makes them tick, I won't be able to help loving them, at least a little. (As a corollary, this is why I think so many arranged marriages actually do work.) So there you are -- I offer love in potentia, to all of you. Happy Valentine's Day, journal readers! If I could, I'd give you all chocolate.
We're not doing anything too fancy to celebrate; I'm probably going to make Kevin a nice dinner. I have plans, involving plantains and cheese and chilies and steak and red rice and cajeta and cake and cream. Nummy nummy plans. But if baby needs playing with, or puppy needs a walk, or mommy needs a nap so she'll be pleasant instead of cranky, instead of me standing in the kitchen over a hot stove, well, that's okay too. There are a lot of ways to share the love.