I know, I know. This day dedicated to romance usually conjures up thoughts of more celebrated and tragic lovers, like Romeo and Juliet, Antony and Cleopatra or the Duke and Duchess of Windsor. But can I help it if a little ol' bald farmer who would one day be President gets my heart twittering? Every time Valentine's Day rolls around I think of John and Abigail Adams. To me, they had the kind of relationship worth celebrating today. Not always perfect, but totally committed; strong, romantic, respectful. Their letters to each other were perfect:
My Dearest Friend,
...should I draw you the picture of my heart it would be what I hope you would still love though it contained nothing new. The early possession you obtained there, and the absolute power you have obtained over it, leaves not the smallest space unoccupied.
I look back to the early days of our acquaintance and friendship as to the days of love and innocence, and, with an indescribable pleasure, I have seen near a score of years roll over our heads with an affection heightened and improved by time, nor have the dreary years of absence in the smallest degree effaced from my mind the image of the dear untitled man to whom I gave my heart.
-Abigail Adams to John Adams
I hope you are celebrating a love like that today.
And if you aren't, I have something perfect for you that I found during my recent NYC trip . . .
Says it all!!
XOXO