I then asked my mom if I could pass out our remaining valentines. When she said yes, I instantly jumped into action. Right after school, I started cutting out the remainder of the valentines my grandparents had given us. By the time I was done, 228 valentines were spread all over the carpet. I gave 76 valentines to myself, Juliana, and Timmy to pass out.

To dress up for the occasion, I wore my red heart pants, a crisp, white shirt, and a fluffy, red sweater. Timmy wore all red, while Juliana wore a pink heart sweater with navy blue slacks. To finish our look, we each held our valentines in red tins.

On Monday afternoon, mom drove us to the nursing home. The first person we gave a valentine to was fast asleep in the lounge by the fireplace. Timmy walked up to her and said "Happy Valentine's Day", and when he saw she was asleep, he just quietly layed it on her lap and tiptoed back to us! After that we went to the west hallway and passed out a few valentines. Just as we were returning past the lounge, the lady Timmy had just given the valentine to was coming toward us. Timmy, bless his heart, didn't know it was the same lady he had just given a valentine to, so he handed her another one.

When she saw this, the lady said teasing Timmy, "Thank you, but when I was sleeping someone gave me a valentine." She pulled the valentine from the pouch of her walker. "And when I woke up, there it was!"

"I gave it to you," Timmy giggled and pointed to the valentine.

"I know," she replied and winked at us, "Thank you very much. You made my day!"

Many times, as we continued to pass out valentines, Timmy would go up to a sleeping person and lay a valentine on their lap. We got a kick out of that!

Every person we gave a valentine to replied by giving us a smile, a grin, a hug, tears of joy, or if they were asleep - a snore! This made me feel special that I could make a lonely person feel happy. The response that touched me the most was that of an old, blind lady. When we entered one of the bedrooms, we saw her in a bed in the corner. When I handed her the valentine, she grabbed it and hugged it like it was a newborn baby.

"Thank you," she said, "I never get a valentine." She wrapped her arms around me, and hugged me and the valentine. It looked like tears of happiness were forming in her eyes. Once we were outside the room I began to cry too!

After I counted how many valentines were leftover, I found we passed out 94 valentines. That means I was able to make 94 people smile. I'll never forget that day at the nursing home. It wasn't the valentines that did it, but the thought that counted. A small act of kindness can make a big difference in someone's life.