As long as I can remember, my Granny kept a heart-shaped candy box on her dresser. It was so faded and worn that its artificial flowers dropped bits of silk every time I dusted the box.
I couldn’t understand why she would keep such an eye sore. The candy was long gone from its middle. It was ragged and dirty.It looked ancient.
One day, Granny opened it in my presence. It held nothing but one faded letter. It too was shabby and faded. She fingered it gently and then carefully closed the box.
To this day, I don’t know what was on that paper. I do know that it fed Granny’s heart memories in some way.
I often wonder about its contents. Was it a love letter from Gramps, a war time note from a long-lost love, or even some small keep sake from her mom, who died when Gran was a child?
I’ll never know. But I do know this. That Valentines don’t have to be fresh, expensive, chocolate or even just for couples. Valentines are for the heart…because the heart always remembers love.
Brenda J Wood