30 tiny moments: day 16
These were scattered all over my table this morning (and, yes, she did make one for herself). All those lovely cards will be living on the top of my refrigerator for about a week (in case Abby asks about them), and then when no one is looking, they will be thrown away.
I have received my fair share of Valentines in my life. Do you remember the thrill of the class party? Putting your cards in your classmates bags decorated in Art earlier in the week? And then opening all your cards to judge who liked you best by the quality of their Valentine and whether they attached candy? Or was that only me?
Out of all the Valentines I have received, one, only one, stands out in my memory. I was in second grade and it was from Billy Sukow. The words “Happy Valentine’s Day, Cowgirl!” were emblazoned across a cartoon picture of a girl wearing red boot and a ten-gallon hat. (And clothes too. Billy Sukow was a very nice boy.) I remember asking my mom, “I wonder how he knew I’m half cowgirl?”
You see, my dad is an old country-boy and I knew that he had done something in the rodeo as a young man (ride bulls? announce? clean-up doodie duty?). I guess I thought cowboy was an ethnic group (it isn’t?) and therefore I was half.
I had a crush on Billy for years for that…
Do you remember any particular Valentine?
