When I was little, I always loved Valentine’s Day when the whole class would give each other a card. As I got older, this tradition stopped. Sadly, no one ever gave me any Valentine’s or was my secret admirer. Valentine’s Day became one of the most depressing days of the year. When I was a sophomore in college, a dear friend of mine, Kirsty Mogensen gave me a hand made Valentine. That act took all the sadness away from not feeling loved. It was not because she loved me, but because I realized that I could give Valentines again and not be a loser for it. My Valentine project has been going on since I was 19 when I gave a select 10 people cards. I now send to almost 300 hundred people. I start no earlier than January. I doodle with materials. I toil over who gets what, thinking about each person and how they have touched me. I feel grateful for all the love in my life and hopefully give back a little bit.