My parents love to tell a story of when I was a young girl growing up on Cape Cod.
You see, Cape Cod has a lot of beach towns where some of the richest of the rich have second or third homes, like this. We happened to live in a village (Osterville) where a lot of wealthy and famous people lived and/or vacationed. Because of this, I had friends that lived in gated communities, in gorgeous huge homes, or right on the water with private beaches.
I always knew that we did not share the same lifestyles. My parents were hard-working business owners who were able to provide a beautiful life for us six kids, but the joke was that "we lived on the wrong side of Osterville". Not that there's really any bad side of Osterville :)
But back to the story. One day, after hearing me describe in detail the home one of my friend's lived in, my parents asked me if I wished we had a house like that, and I said "No, we may not be rich but we're rich in love."
I knew from a young age that even though I (thoroughly) enjoyed lavish lifestyles, I would rather have a loving family than lots of stuff. I think God was preparing me for a life with a theology-teaching husband and seven children of my own. Because while we certainly aren't rich, we do have lots and lots of love to share and I couldn't love my valentines anymore!!
We shared sweet treats and cards, and my Valentine of 21 years gave me an Adventure Challenge: Couples Edition for many more dates to come!
Thank you Lord for the virtue of contentment with the gifts I've been given, gifts that money can't buy! I hope you all had a LOVEly Valentine's Day as well :)