I abhor the hideous commercialisation and cheap froth of Valentine’s Day.
Life’s too short for scratchy nylon lingerie, when silk, fine cotton and linen brush the skin so…seductively.
Devoid of blushing, voluptuous fragrance, a bunch of modern roses is but an empty gesture.
If the fine-print on a chocolate gift-box lists more code numbers than cocoa solids, cocoa butter, sugar, cream or Cognac one must ask “are you trying to poison me?
Here’s what reduced me to tears this Valentine’s Day, a good old-fashioned letter of undying love.
How do you celebrate the Day of St Valentine?
How do you create meaning and love in your relationships?
0 Margi…i am SO WITH YOU…just about every night my husband will say to me “Thank you for being my wife today”.
… and this is how words create our reality.
Your husband is clearly a ‘keeper’!