The Many Ways Love Showed Up This Weekend

This weekend, love showed up for me in ways I didn’t expect.

Not just in roses. Not just in candy. Not just in romance.

Love showed up in layers.

At the studio, I had the chance to curate a space where couples could connect. Watching them hugging, laughing, giggling, leaning into one another, I witnessed romantic love. The kind that feels warm just observing it.

But that wasn’t the only love present.

There was the steady, intentional love of friendship.

A girlfriend who sensed I was running silent and checked on me. She didn’t just ask how I was. She offered calm. She offered clarity. She offered a solution that allowed me to operate differently.

Another friend who simply listened while I wrestled out loud with doubt, frustration, the quiet question of, “Am I doing the wrong thing?”

Another who came to see me and even though we missed each other, left a handwritten note. Handwritten notes are rare and sacred.

Then there was my husband.

After a long day at work, he came to the studio because I asked him to. He could have been home resting. But he chose presence. And presence is love.

My cousin believed in a concept I wanted to bring to life and was willing to lend his gifts and talents to help it happen. That, too, is love.

And then — my daughter.

The handwritten drawing she made me for Valentine’s Day. The way she loves freely, loudly, without hesitation. Not just on me, but on her daddy. On our family. On her friends. On her teachers.

Children love without strategy. Without calculation. Without fear. Watching her reminds me that love is meant to be expressed, not rationed.

And above all of it there was God’s unconditional love.

Because this week held doubt. It held questioning. It held the temptation to retreat.

I had a very honest conversation with Him:

Am I doing the wrong thing? Should I pivot? Should I bow out? What is happening here?

And He showed up.

Not with fireworks. Not with a neon sign.

But through people.

Through presence.

Through provision.

Through peace.

This weekend reminded me of something important:

Love is not regulated to one day.

It isn’t confined to balloons and candy.

It doesn’t only live in grand gestures.

It shows up in check-in texts.

In quiet listening.

In handwritten notes.

In a child’s drawing.

In someone staying longer than they have to.

In someone lending their gifts to your vision.

In someone praying for you when you can’t quite find the words.

Love is love is love is love. 💜💜💜

And it requires practice. It requires us to give it. To receive it. To recognize it even when it doesn’t look the way we expected.

So today, whether you call it Valentine’s Day or just another day, remember:

Love is everywhere. And it doesn’t expire at midnight.

Happy Valentine’s Day. 💜

Happy love day. 💜

Happy every day love. 💜

Creatively yours,

Naana