I didn’t follow through on my Valentine’s Day tradition of knitting and giving little hearts. There’s been a lot going on. It’s not that people in my life aren’t in need of reminders of how much they are loved. They most certainly are — sometimes to the point that it takes my breath away. Frankly, I just forgot.
Imagine my delight when I spotted a little one-year-old heart dangling from a bathroom mirror in a tiny temporary apartment where Kevin was staying for a while.
“It helps remind me that I’m not all alone even when it feels that way.” Again, he took my breath away, but this time with hope and grace.