Traditionally, Valentine's Day was the time I designated "catch up on correspondence day." After the early grades, when the requirement to make a card for everyone in the class turned into a popularity contest, I didn't have much to do with this saint's feast day. Most of the time, I did not have a boyfriend around February 14, and if I did, he wasn't the kind to buy into the commercialism, blah blah blah. I remember the year I complained to a friend that my housemate's boyfriend had made her toast in the shape of a heart, and my friend sheepishly admitted that her own sweetie had brought her heart-shaped tofu.
When Bede came along, we decided to defy all the way-too-cool Valentine naysayers, and said, "Yes, let's have a mushy Valentine's Day to make up for all those years we watched other people get roses, chocolates and other presents." We made dinner reservations at our favorite restaurant, and for dessert, we ordered the heart-shaped chocolate torte. In subsequent years, we've kept things pretty mellow (I still like to get potted plants), but I still appreciate that first Valentine's Day.
My Valentine gift to you today is a more lyrical way to remember the basic colors of the rainbow than that "ROY G. BIV" acrostic. (Who's named "Biv" anyway?) I used to think that rainbows were corny, because I'd only seen them on greeting cards and inspirational posters (oh, and in gasoline puddles, too). Then I actually saw them in the sky-- sometimes even as double rainbows. I was converted. Enough said.
The Rainbow Song
(To the tune of "Hush Little Baby")
Rainbow purple, indigo, blue,
Rainbow green and yellow too.
Rainbow orange, rainbow red
Rainbow arching overhead.