A few years ago, I bought my dad a sign. One of those signs you buy that has a clever expression on it like “blondes do it better” or “my other car is a corvette”. This one was the most clever I had ever seen. This one would help my dad out when he needed to remember that he need only say two words in the middle of an argument or the potential for one; when that fine line exists where whatever comes out of your mouth may determine your dinners for the next week and whether or not you may have them, or your sleeping arrangements. This one just said, “yes dear”.With Valentine’s Day around the corner and me surrounded by all that is pink, white, and red, I have been thinking a lot about love and relationships. It’s hard not to! Have you been to a Walmart this week- (I hope not, but that’s a whole other blog.) I was there last night. I walked through the automatic doors and I was immersed in a sea of everything that Walmart has decided is Valentine’s Day. The red plastic buckets, the rows of Disney characters emblazoned upon small pieces of card stock wishing you well on this love holiday that the kids pass around at school, and of course aisles full of chocolate- safely hidden inside their heart shaped boxes. This is what love is? What do red plastic buckets have to do with love? Or Disney. What does Disney really have to do with love- or the Super Bowl, for that matter? I was a little overwhelmed to say the least, and distracted from the reasons that had brought me to the store in the first place. But the experience and the huge array of Valentine’s Day tchotchkes got me thinking about the idea of love.Stay tuned for Part II.
Yes Dear, Part I
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