Howard had been looking for one of his favorite hats lately, but it hadn’t turned up anywhere. Then I got an e-mail from my son, Jamie, with a picture of his little girl wearing the hat! “Do you recognize this?” was the message, as Anne-Marie smiled delightedly under the brim from more than 500 miles away. So that’s where it went! We had left it there when we were in Houston a few weeks ago! No wonder we couldn’t find it!
Later, as we were on our way to Stillwater to celebrate an early Valentine’s outing, Jamie called and we laughed about the incident. He was the first of all my six children I would talk to that day. We had called Greg, who lives locally, to tell him where we were going. He was spending his time off working in his shop on a project. Jamie’s family was on their way to the zoo on this beautiful Saturday.
We caught up with Mark in North Carolina, who was bubbling with news of a church conference he and his wife, Rhonda had just attended in Arizona. He is our oldest child, and pastor of a church.
Earlier, I had talked to daughter Amy, on the way to a Sam’s Club in Georgia. Her busy family includes Reid, who had had a couple of friends spend the night; Corrin, who was planning a movie outing with friends that afternoon, and Rachel, the youngest, at 12, who had gone with her best friend and family to check out a boat for the coming season.
A call from our daughter, Julie, in Tennessee, later in the day was full of news of the activities of the young people in her family, at whose ages the celebration of Valentine’s day was of utmost importance. A visit with our son, Trevor, from Texas, rounded out the calls. Their day was full in getting 10-year-old Bradley to a birthday party at a skate park, and of working in a church fundraiser selling Valentine flowers.
I had bought Valentines for our three youngest granddaughters and placed them on the mailbox to be picked up yesterday. For some reason, the postman did not stop at our house, so the cards were still on the mailbox when we got home at 5:00 p.m. today. A disgruntled call to the post office brought the promise that they would still be picked up this evening. And they were, about 6:30. At least two of the kids would probably get them on Valentine’s day, and the other should only be a day late. I have the worst time getting Valentines delivered on time. But I am very blessed in keeping in touch with my kids. Which makes my “Valentine’s Day” very special!
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