When you are a little kid you give a Valentine to everyone in your class. You write their name meticulously. You write your name. You go down the list. One for everyone.
As you get older you might write a little something extra on your nearest and dearest friends but you still give one to everyone in your class. By the time you are in high school you probably don’t give a Valentine to your friends anymore. And I think that is too bad.
I went to high school with Karen. But I didn’t really know her until she started pouring her heart and soul and all of her crazy out all over the Internet. And now I wish that I could have some of those weird years in high school back so that we could say that we have “been friends” for twenty years. A long, long time from now perhaps we will forget that we didn’t exactly hang out together much when we were in school. Or that we have only actually seen one another twice in 19 years. Look at that picture of us, we look like a couple of old friends. Happy Valentine’s Day, Karen.
And my early valentine to the rest of you? Karen moved her blog over to WordPress. Give her a visit. You will pop by to say hello because it is the nice thing to do. And you will go back again and again because she is funny and kind and she will make you feel like it is okay to be a person.
She writes a blog called Honestly Uncomfortable and Uncomfortably Honest. While her subject matter is sometimes uncomfortable she makes you anything but. She writes about her family, her battles with mental illness. Oh, and poop. She talks a lot about poop and I know y’all love that. She will make you feel like you have known her for twenty years, too. I promise.
Happy Early Valentine’s Day. If we were in elementary school I would write each one of your names on a rectangular valentine with a glitter pen. And then I would fold it in half and close it with a sticker. I sure would.