My introduction to the Greek gods came from Aphrodite, and while I love and honor them all, she has and will always have a special place in my heart.
A number of years ago, I had just given birth to my youngest, had been (and would remain) a stay-at-home mom for years, and was (and am) a low-maintenance sort of woman–makeup, hose and heels had long since gone by the wayside. Neither was I (nor am I) a romantic in the classic sense–many years my husband and I have both forgotten our wedding anniversary, and while I like flowers, I generally like it better if the money they’d have cost stays in the bank. (Books being a different matter, of course.) And Valentine’s day chocolate is just as good on February 15 for half the price. So when I realized who it was, I was a little surprised and a little confused.
Sixteen years later, this is the biggest shrine in the house:
