We’ve just experienced one of our cultures most notable holidays, perhaps most notable for its commercial punch.  The place where I live with a bunch of other old people went wild last night: White tablecloths at dinner, a six-foot live cupid complete with wings, special entrees for dinner, chocolate cake in the shapes of hearts… and on and on and on.  Now don’t get me wrong… love should be noted and celebrated, and valentine candies and other gifts are appropriate. Love, however, is a reason to celebrate every day.  Margaret’s birthday earlier this month was an occasion for celebration.  The love extended to her by members of her family is expressed through gifts of flowers and candy and trinkets, but flowers fade and candy disappears (especially around our place).  Nancy ordered flowers and they came on her Mother’s birthday.  David and David and Elaine and Patrick and Jon and Matt and other family and friends got together to celebrate the special day. The flowers from Nancy were bright and cheery for days and days…  Today they were shriveled and faded, but their fading and shriveling haven’t diminished the love we all feel for Margaret.  She is special.  She doesn’t fade.  I can’t take a picture of the love, but it is there in full bloom eternally.