An Open Letter to Cupid

dear cupid,

i love you.

i love your round, fleshy body that has decidedly consumed ample amounts of chocolate and truffle fries and lobster dipped in drawn butter...

i love that you target all of us with your magical arrows, hoping to dislodge any doubt or hatred or fear...
i love that you probably sleep on a cloud...
i love that you are friends with the sun and the moon...
i love your sense of humor, putting us in the most ridiculous of romantic situations...
i love that you test us, pairing us with friends who don't always treat us well...
i love that you also give us friends who are always amazing...
i love that you chose chocolate and roses as the "standard" valentine's gifts...

i love that you can heal a broken heart...
i love that you remind us to be kind...
i love that you give every animal an "unconditional love arrow" at birth...

i love that red wine is heart-healthy, and i'm sure you had something to do with that...
i love that you have hope...
i love that you give us hope...
i love you for loving us.  allllllll of us.

so, dear cupid, here's to wishing you a very, very happy heart day.

love,
the wandering herbalist

p.s.  i have a short list of people who may require an extra arrow or two.  i'll forward it.