Late greetings, friends, on this day of love, for which I am normally a cynic even though I love my husband more every day after almost 10 years of marriage. But this year, after his longest business trip of our lives, instead of feeling cynical about the "Hallmark" holiday, I simply feel grateful to have him home on a day set aside each year to celebrate love. I love our sweet little family that we have built on that foundation too.
Photos taken at the stunningly styled Maven Collective here in Portland
I found myself in a sappy mood all day, watching wedding proposal videos on YouTube, recalling the romantic soundtrack from one of my favorite movies, Il Postino, which then led me to re-reading the love sonnets of Pablo Neruda.
Love Sonnet XVII
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.
So, even though the day is nearly spent, I wanted to take a moment and send you some pretty flowers and a little love.