My heart and Valentine’s Day were not in sync this year.
Our body lost one of its Faithful to depression.  He quit his life Thursday.

That news reduced everything to the bone. It also distilled how important it is to move forward in Unity, especially when it feels arduous or immaterial.

The children handmade their Valentine’s.

The Baby was very serious about her penmanship.  As a kindergartener, it was her first, official class-set of Valentines.

It evolved into a whole family endeavor. The Oldest Girl, The Middle Girl and The Baby chose the design.

The Papa shopped at four stores to secure all the necessary supplies.

We made candy rockets.  The tube of the rocket is a roll of Life Savers; the blast off flame is a red feather (that was The Oldest Girl’s brilliant adaptation as the original plan was to cut construction paper, blast-off flames), and the capsule module is a Hershey’s kiss.

Glued on one side of the rocket in red card stock their message shouts, “Happy Valentine’s Day!  You’re a Blast”

There is a yellow, To/From snippet each child filled out and decorated for their classmates.

The Boy unwrapped 82 rolls of LIfe Savers.

The Mamma was captain of the glue gun.

The girls manned the assembly line.

Our family worked together to create something beautiful together.

Doing so unified us by sharing gestures of love and affection for our family and friends.

I never wanted to make Valentine’s less, nor thought they were more worthwhile.

The activity magnified the heart.

Well baby I’ve been here before
I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Well there was a time when you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you?
And remember when I moved in you?
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah