When I was a little girl, Valentine’s Day was one of my favorite holidays. My mom would wake up early to decorate the kitchen with red and white streamers and confetti, and make heart-shaped pancakes. My sisters and I exchanged cards with my dad and we would always receive a card from our grandpa in the mail. Then I would go to school and exchange cards with my friends, classmates and, if I was particularly bold, my crush du jour. As I’ve gotten older, the holiday’s emphasis has shifted somewhat from familial love to romantic love, but one thing that has remained constant is the exchanging of cards.