I went to my local Walgreens earlier today, as I do almost everyday. As you might expect at this time of year, they have an isle chock-full of Valentine's Day goodies. Seems that all of it reminds me of Frankie in some way. I look at a box of chocolates and I think of her going crazy over Madame Foster's cookies in
Cookie Dough. All the red packaging reminds me of the color of her hair, of course. Then there's the crystal; every piece of sculpted or spun glass, when it catches the light at the right angle, makes me think of the sparkle in her smile and her eyes. Every verse on every card seems like it's something I'd want to say to her. And all the plushies with their arms outstretched like they want to be held, they remind me of how much I'd like to hold her, to share a few moments of the warmth I feel for her. But even without all the merchandise around, Valentine's Day still makes me think about Frankie more than usual, because it's a day about love, pure and simple, uncluttered by the nonsense that permeates the other holidays, a wonderful day when you can look in the eyes of that special person you know and say, "Today is all about you and nothing but you, and you are so worth it." So for me, at least, Valentine Day is all about Frankie, and no one but Frankie. And she is
so worth it.
