“Can you die of a broken heart?”, I asked my father on a snowy winter's day, while he shoveled our driveway.
“Cause Dad, I think I’m dying.”
My father recalls this story by saying, “Your tears were so big, they were falling and making round holes in the snow.”
I was ten and Tony, an actor on my Grandmother's soap opera, The Guiding Light, was the object of my affection.
“I love him so much it hurts, Dad. I just want to meet him, hug him and go horseback riding with him.”
The horseback riding episode had particularly peaked my interest that week.
This would be the first of MANY times I would fall in love, thus earning me the nickname from my parents, “Our Love Child”.
“Was I always this bad?”, I asked my mother recently.
“Mary, on your first day of school, you took a boy home with you on the bus! I had to call his mother and say, I’m sorry, but my daughter took your son home with her from school today.”
“Mary, you have ALWAYS been someone who loves being in love”.
On this Valentine’s Day Eve, I’m thinking a lot about love. But, not so much love for any one person, as Valentine’s day tries so hard to make you feel you have to. Instead, I'm thinking about LOVE in general and how lucky we are to be able to fall in love many many times a day.
I decided to write down how many times I fell in love today…..here goes.
Happy Valentines Day!
PS. Since I never got the chance to properly apologize, I'M SO SORRY, Chris Casey (the boy I took home on the bus with me in the first grade) for kidnapping you. Hope you haven't suffered from any long term effects.
Caramelized Brie Bites
1 cup brown sugar unpacked
¼ cup (½ stick) butter
½ cup heavy cream
½ teaspoon vanilla extract
Pinch of salt
17-ounce package puff pastry, thawed out according to directions
8-ounce piece of Brie, chilled or semi frozen, cut into 1-inch
2 large whole eggs, lightly beaten with 1 teaspoon cold water
12 ounces heavy cream
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