“If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that
love actually is all around.”
When I was younger, I would have snorted at that,
but I have come to believe that it’s true.
Love is so little of what we’re taught
in fairy tales and romantic novels.
Love isn’t found in a box of chocolates,
although, I do love chocolate.
Love is being there.
Showing up, again and again.
Making coffee for him the night before,
every single day.
Filling the woodbox for her
because you know she loves the fire.
Holding each other up
when you’re both too tired to stand alone.
A pot of soup for your mom when she’s ill.
Teaching a child to read.
Opening the door for a stranger at the grocery store.
Returning the $20 bill the guy ahead of you just dropped.
Trying your best, always, to do the right thing.
I know that a lot of people aren’t fond of Valentines’ Day,
saying it feels forced and commercial and contrived.
And perhaps it is all those things.
But in a world filled with darkness and hatred and hardship,
a day to celebrate love feels like a good thing to me.
So Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you.
May you find love in tiny places
and kindness wherever you go.
And thank you, for coming here, for reading,
for the kindness and encouragement you’ve offered me.
And Happy Valentine’s Day to you,
International Man of Mystery,
because I don’t fall in love very often,
but when I do,
it’s with you.