Valentine’s Day has come and gone…

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When I was younger I put more stock into that day, but at 56 I find myself watching the youth perform. Some of their expectations are huge. Mine were…when I was 23.

I remember, my boyfriend at that time called to send me flowers to my apartment. He dutifully called that evening expecting to hear a belated girlfriend on the other line. He was greeted with snarls. Perplexed, he asked if I had received something outside of my door. I emphatically said, “No.” I heard a gulp. The rest of the call was a bit chilly as I recall. The very next day he called the florist to ask if he had given them the wrong address of my apartment. No, the address was correct, the problem… the driver had driven off with the entire van of flowers to be delivered for Valentines Day. How was he going to explain this one to me! The Van stolen!! When I arrived home, I found a note from the florist explaining the story…to this day; I remind my husband how this could only have happened to HIM.

To me it is a day like any other…a day where I continue to say, “I love you” to my husband, a day I think about where we have been, our good days and our bad, the struggles, the successes and what lies ahead. I am thankful for his even remembering what my favorite flowers are, and wonder WHERE THE VAN EVER ENDED UP?

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