On Valentine’s Day: the overflow

If I could tell you something about the relationship between myself and this particular holiday, I’d say this:

We’re not close.

I don’t necessarily appreciate the consumerism that makes a profit by reminding men everywhere to make their partner feel special with a bouquet and teddy.

But Travis came home with presents for each of us yesterday– a balloon & blackberries for Isaiah; wasabi almonds for Eliot (I KNOW.); and tulips, chocolate & a bottle of wine for me.

I recently received some pretty exciting news, and I still can’t describe what it means to me– being a part of Listen To Your Mother 2015 in Atlanta will open me up to something beautiful, I know it.

And since I found out that I’m in, we’ve been in nearly constant celebration, joy for the things that happen, things we’re just really thankful for. Travis has poured praise over me time and time again, told me I’m proud of you. I’m so proud of you.

And so I sit here, having already forgotten what today is, until my barista handed me a latte with a heart in the middle as he exclaimed, “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Oh, right.

And when I go home, I’ll see tulip bulbs on the table by the window and that bottle of wine in the fridge, and I’ll remember the little overflow that’s come out of a love that’s already giving to me every single day.

Yes, Valentine’s Day is overrated and not quite worth the money we spend on it, but if it celebrates love that’s already being born day after day in the kind seasons and in the difficult ones– well then, I can’t protest too much.

So, Happy Valentine’s Day, loved ones. May today be a kind and simple overflow for you, too.