Ok, so really only YOU can make you happy, but it is a nice sentiment for Valentine’s Day. And love definitely can make your life happier – be it romantic love or love of your kids and grandkids, friends, students or life in general.
An open heart is a happy heart. Sometimes that’s hard to remember and it does make you vulnerable, but that’s the only way to live, if you ask me. The Beatles are right: The love you take really does depend on the love you make.
I had Mercy’s uber-cheesy one-hit-wonder on 45 in junior high, and Pam and I and sometimes Linda used to bellow it at the top of our lungs along with the record. We were true believers in the power of love back then.
The power of music goes a long way too, for some of us. Pam and I used to discuss which sense we’d give up if we had to choose between vision or sight. (Remember that, Pam?) For me it was always vision because I can remember what I’ve seen, but I can’t do without music.
Or the voices of loved ones.
Last night I heard precious John’s “good night” right before we went to sleep and my grandparent’s voices in my dream. They’ve been gone for years and died relatively young, but in my dream, my sister, Cathy, and I had found them, still alive and very old and very happy – our dad’s parents, who in reality were never very happy when we knew them.
Their voices were clear as bells in my dream-memory, though they’re fuzzy when I’m awake. It was a surprise and a nice dream for the day of love.
I’ve been lucky in love, despite a hellaciously long unhappy marriage. Now I have a sweet husband whom I love, the Pop to my Lolly, who makes me laugh more than he makes me mad. He loves me madly. Can’t ask for much more.
My children are great and my grandkids precious.
Mother and Bill are alive and kicking. One of the previous loves of my life died last year but he lives in my heart. The other one is alive and well and happy, and that makes me smile – and he owns a piece of my heart, too.
That’s the power of love – it makes your heart grow to accommodate everyone who claims a piece.
Another precious love song for Valentine’s Day is one that used to make Liz and me cry every time we listened to it – and that can still bring a tear to my eye, even if I know you can’t really live on love.
But it sure is better to live with love. Happy Valentine’s Day.