In my heart I know today is just another day. 24 hours. 1440 minutes. 86,400 seconds. Same as yesterday. Same as tomorrow.
But in another sense it’s different from any other day. Very different. And I confess to you that sometimes throughout today I’ll let it get to me. Let it get me down. And even let the enemy get a foothold if I’m not careful.
I love to see the joy in the faces of the other ladies in my office as they smell the flowers and consume the cards with an unrestrained smile greeted by a cherished tear. There’s nothing more special than that. Knowing that someone didn’t just remember you. But they remembered you enough to go out of their way to make a public display. A spectacle of their love for you. Now that’s special.