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While I am a huge fan of holidays, Valentine's Day has always scraped its butt against the asphalt at the bottom of the totem pole. I don't think it will forever stay there, it may get a leg up on Presidents' Day in the event that I have someone special for a Valentine. But until then, at least I get President's Day off! Thank you, leaders of our country.
But, even Valentine's day has certain elements that make me grateful for it. Namely, conversation hearts. Yes, I am one of the twelve people among the Westernized nations that celebrate February fourteenth who actually likes those little rainbow sugar-hearts and their endearing, if trite, messages of affection. How often does your dessert actually love you back? And, thanks to our propensity to begin looking toward holidays long before we ought to, I already have a six-pack of the little cardboard boxes.
Now, this is a small blessing, I know. And I don't think God particularly esteems conversation hearts, but He was good enough to give me taste buds, and good enough to make sugar cane, and good enough to make smart people who developed all those artificial colors and flavors. So, Dear God, I am grateful for the taste and availability of the sweet little things in life. Like Conversation hearts.