I have a secret admirer.
This mystery man first showed up many, many years ago. I must have been in about the sixth grade, and all of you who have lived past that age will remember “the awkward stage.” I was in mine then—not happy with my appearance, not really comfortable around boys—and Valentine’s Day was not something I was looking forward to. I didn’t have a boyfriend, and I wasn’t looking forward to sitting by while the pretty girls in my class received special gifts from theirs.
But, things changed when I received a box of chocolates and a card, which was simply signed, “Love, Your Secret Admirer.”
Me? I had an admirer? I was giddy. I was full of questions. Who could it be? How long had he liked me? Was he just too shy to sign his real name? I couldn’t figure out who it was, but it was a real ego boost anyway, at a time when I needed it most.
And, the next year on Valentine’s Day, I had another secret admirer. Or, maybe the same one was back. Yes, that must have been it…because I’ve received anonymous gifts and cards every year since.
Every. Single. Year.
And while I’m no longer in that painfully awkward, preteen stage, I still love the boost I get with each mysterious card and gift. Not only do I have a secret admirer….but I think he really loves me.
And I am thankful for that.