I have been drumming my Grinch fingers and trying to figure out a way to keep Valentine’s Day from coming ever since I was a teenage college kid blowing up heart-shaped balloons at the UC Berkeley Student Store candy and card department. Back then, the dreaded holiday was our Black Friday (or Black which ever day of the week) and all of us dressed to head to toe in black in protest. Even today, I was telling my trusty teaching assistant that I still disdain the material things associated with Valentine’s Day.
But all that longtime Grinchiness was set aside when I gave M a card and Tinkerbell bracelet early this morning. Her expression was one of genuine surprise, gratitude, and joy.
My heart grew three sizes today.