The "official" day of love. Isn't it ironic that we need something like that to remind us to love each other?
However, it's a good excuse to see gorgeous bouquets of flowers, red clothes and fancy heart-shaped tins of chocolates everwhere. To go along with the valentine theme at BMC, we had chocolate cupcakes and sugar cookies, beautifully decorated in pink or red. Everyone loved it. :)
Heart-shaped red sprinkles valentine cookies:
I will try to update more often. Life has taken a different twist- somewhat a little more complicated? I guess this is part of the growing-up process. I wonder when I'll stop "growing up?" Maybe never...I'm always learning.
It's a new day tomorrow and I am embracing it with open arms! :)
I love this story on TRUE LOVE...
What love is all about.
It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly gentleman, in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him.
I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. I asked him if he had a doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease.
As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound, I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. I was surprised, and asked him. "And you still go every morning, eventhough she doesn't know who you are?"
He smiled as he patted my hand and said. "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is." I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."
True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
"The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything that comes along their way."
Oh, by the way, peace is seeing a sunset and knowing who to thank.