My dears, happy Valentine’s Day week! I’m writing this post in advance because, as you know, I’m expecting a baby boy soon (and actually, by the time you read this, he may have made his arrival–please, let that be the case!). I’ve always loved Valentine’s Day, and I tend to get a little cheeseball about the “holiday”–making my husband a homemade card and whipping up chocolate desserts baked in red, heart-shaped ramekins.
I also adore February (tomorrow’s my birthday!) because it’s often the month when we start to see the first signs of spring after the looooong winter. Are their tulips, daffodils, violets, popping up out of the frozen ground where you live? Anyway, in honor of this week, I wanted to share a love letter from the pages of THE VIOLETS OF MARCH. The below is written from Elliot to Esther, two ill-fated lovers in 1943:
My dearest Esther,
It’s wrong of me to be reaching out to you like this, I know. You’re married, and I hear you have a child. But I need you to know something, to set the record straight. Can you meet me, tonight, on the beach in front of my house? I’ll be there waiting for you in hopes that you’ll come. And if you do, I’ll know we were meant to be together. And if you don’t, I’ll know that it is the end for us, that I must make plans to move on, to leave the island, and to let my heart say good-bye. Please say you’ll come. Please tell me that despite everything, you’ll come. It’s a lot to ask, but I pray that the fire that still burns in me, also burns in you. I’ll be waiting.
I hope you’ll read the story and learn their fate! What would you do if you were Esther?