As you know, Valentine’s Day is a holiday celebrated in my family between father and daughter. Every year, my father sends us all something cheesy and wonderful. This year, my gift was a gorgeous Italian hand-carved alabaster paperweight (pictured here). I love it!
Though this is very much my father’s tradition, I suspect my mother had a hand in it, and not just because she signed her name on the card.
My mother happens to be one of the very few people who has read my favorite story I have ever written to date. I’ve sold it, but I can’t tell you about it yet. All in good time.
I will hint, though, that it might have to do with a certain princess whose heart was to have been put in a box…