To attend our wedding a little more than a year ago, my parties chose a poem by Hafiz entitled “Our Union”, which my aunt read to all of us under a tree in the sun in late November. It is short, so most of it will be included here:
“Our union like this: you feel cold, so you reach a blanket to cover our returned feet. Hunger comes to your body, so I run to my garden and start digging potatoes. I asked for a few words of comfort and guidance, and soon I kneel next to you, and I give you a full book as a gift. “
We have chosen this to the way to take care of each other in small daily ways. (We also appreciate that the potatoes got a shout.) But I read it now. I see you.
If you are looking for your love code to give this Valentine Day, here are the manual discoveries that our editors think. Unseen, but also in our list: groups of just cookies, offered to the children of children for the afternoon, and small love notes by the coffee maker.