Sunday, February 2, 2014
I don't make it a practice to revisit previous posts to this blog, but here is one from February 2012 that continues to hold meaning for me: I wasn't really in the mood to do any shopping that day but something drew me to our local St. Vincent de Paul Thrift Store on a recent Saturday morning. I browsed all of the aisles and finally decided before exiting the store to look at a shoebox of Valentines. I hadn't been thinking about buying any Valentines there but, still, I was drawn to the box. It was strange. I didn't just go through them once. I felt compelled to look through them a second time. It was during that second time that I discovered two identical Valentine postcards featuring two identical handwritten greetings -- in my late mom's handwriting. I could barely contain myself. I miss my mom so much and it was as if she was reaching out to me through those Valentines. I bought both of the postcards, saving one for myself and sending the other to my aunt and uncle, my mom's sister and brother-in-law. The postcards feature a delicate pastel design of a heart-shaped floral wreath. Mom wrote her message to coincide with the card's design: "Warm thoughts and wishes are flowers of the heart. May you have a lovely Valentine's Day!" I'm not sure if Mom recycled the cards back to the thrift store or if I was the one responsible for having done so when Larry and I cleaned out her apartment 1 1/2 years ago. All I know is that their discovery on that recent Saturday morning was such an unexpected and precious find. Truly, flowers of the heart from my wonderful, unforgettable mom.