But the other day when I was cleaning up my cupboard, I came across a
small wooden box which I’d long forgotten about. I opened it and was surprised when I saw a thin, gold chain with 10 delicate hearts strung on it.
Immediately, it brought back memories of those Valentine Days past when each one was marked by a special little heart gifted by my Valentine who by then was very much my husband and significantly much better half.
Besides, with maturing tastes, the little, gold hearts changed to keepsakes
that were more substantial – jewellry that I would pass on to the next generation.
we’d step off from our yacht and into a horse carriage at the pier.
We’d bid farewell to horse and carriage and continue walking on our way, a
motley group, trampling through grasses on hills kissed by the waters of the sea. We’d trundle on until we spy a country cottage in an olive grove and there we’d find a red checkered cloth spread upon a rustic table.
crusty hot garlic bread and crunchy fruit – juicy strawberries drowned in
vanilla cream. A meal like this so simple yet replete with taste made more special with all the love around – truly there can be no greater joy than this for a man to share his bountiful happiness with those with whom he has bonds so deep that nothing in the world can snap: breaking bread with family, sharing memories, unbridled laughter and promise of hope, a love that spans four generations.
a long siesta in a hammock underneath the trees while in the background we can hear the sounds of Andrea Bocelli’s angelic music playing. And then as the sun begins to set, you’d somehow whisk us (preferably on a magic carpet from Isfahan) to the sultry balminess of our tropical home where once again by the seaside, we play football on soft sand still warm. The happy gurgles of our grandson as he deftly kicks the ball on the run, mingled with the soft chatter of our daughters’ words, the mellifluous tones of his mother’s voice as she sings the “(Mere Mehe) boob” song he so adores transporting him back to childhood days when his life
was simple and free of stress.
the company of those you love? What bliss it is to enjoy the things that make you happy, and that dear genie, would be my Valentine’s gift for a love that’s only growing still.
p.s. Since this post was written the two year old grandson has turned 6 and joined by his brother Little Po and cousin Ms. Papaya.