My three lovely valentines were left out of the official day–sort of. Hubby honored his part by bringing home to Kaukab’s daughter some lovely red roses and a box of chocolates. (Yes, he’s traditional that way.)
Up until a year, or two, ago, I’ve always gotten them some nice candies and such. But, for some vague reason I didn’t this year. And, I felt enormously guilty for it. Especially, as I opened my Valentine’s candy box. Being Kaukab’s daughter, I offered them some. It didn’t take long for the box to empty itself of its delectable contents. I believed they were happy enough.
But, the next day, I felt another guilty pang to more adequately rectify the unintentioned slight. After dropping off drummer boy to his drum lesson, I walked next door to the Family Dollar store (doesn’t everyone have one?) to get a few things. Upon entering, I was abruptly faced with two long corridors of Easter candy. Just east of these were two small shelves of day-after Valentine’s candies–officially discounted 40%.
I managed to get three very small heart-shaped candy boxes, which contained a total of three (yes, three) candies, and a larger bag of variety candies encased in Valentine’s-decorated wrappers.
I had found my way out. I had been redeemed.
In my head, however, I had done to my kids what Kaukab always did to us. After-Easter candy, dispensed to mark our official Eastern Orthodox holiday calendar, whereby our Easter holiday matched-up with the Western Christians’ every fourth year. “Eh,Whad da diffrrrence?”
In that case…Happy After-Valentine’s Day!