My mom died when I was nine and one of the biggest impressions it made on my life was the idea of making your time on this earth count. Never miss an opportunity to express love.

Last year I decided to get ready for Valentines day early, to make certain I was prepared I bought a card for my husband months in advance. As the special day approached I decorated the house in pink and red and purchased some small gifts for each member of our family.  Valentines day came and we celebrated with a special dinner to boot!

At the end of the night after the kids were tucked into bed I approached my husband and said, “I noticed you didn’t get me anything for Valentines Day.”  He confessed that he had forgotten.  We bantered back and forth, me telling him how hurt I was and my dear Hubby saying he was sorry.

We both finally retreated. Hubby went to the store to buy me a Valentines day card. I retreated to the bathroom, where I locked the door and slunk down to the floor crying.
I heaved bitter tears and sent my laments up to God. I just couldn’t understand why God would allow my broken orphaned heart to fall into the hands of a husband who would let me down.

I cried for God to show me I was loved.

When I was finished crying and praying I went into my bedroom to settle myself for the night. For some reason I picked up an old journal that I hadn’t touched in years. I opened it up and there I found a Valentines Day card that my mother had given me 30 years prior to the day.

The card is a precious moments card which reads….Sew in Love Dear Valentine. On the inside my mother had penned….I adore my little March Flower Love, Mom