A dentist visited Cooper's preschool class. Chris was encouraging Cooper to consider dentistry over medicine.
Today I was reflecting on Valentine's Day. My memories flashed back to high school. On Valentine's Day at my high school, students could purchase carnations to support a school fundraiser. The carnations would then be delivered to the recipient students during the school day. The carnations came in three colors: pink, white, and red. Each color symbolized an emotion. I think white symbolized friendship, and I know red represented love.
Each year, I'd receive a few white carnations from a couple of thoughtful friends. Never having a significant love interest during the Valentine's season, I didn't know what it felt like to receive a red carnation. I'd sit in class, and look longingly at those holding rosy flowers with big smiles plastered on their faces. My white carnations were nice and all, but they weren't red.
As Chris pondered what to get me for Valentine's Day, I realized I want the red carnation. I don't want an actual red carnation (does anyone even like carnations?). I want the feeling of receiving a red carnation. The feeling that someone cares deeply, spent a little time and effort (not money...carnations are cheap) to demonstrate their affections, and was willing to designate me as their one special recipient.
It's the feeling I want boxed up, gift wrapped, and held on to forever.