My brown-eyed Valentine is getting her gifts a bit early this year.
This is partly because she was having a rough day on Thursday. It’s also because I’ve read several comments via social media from female friends and relatives who have advised the men in their lives to write a letter for Valentine’s Day instead of just buying a card or flowers. Finally, it’s because no guy would be dumb enough to not send something to his Valentine at work. (Well, at least I wasn’t that dumb again this year.)
But, I decided, why stop with flowers and letting only her co-workers know how much my Valentine means to me? And if Hallmark really can express my feelings better than anything I could write about my Valentine, then what kind of writer am I really?
So, here we are at the end of a broken road that led us straight to each other. On our second Valentine’s Day, I still wake up every morning, wondering how we found each other. It hasn’t been easy. In fact, it involved some of the most difficult changes we’ve both ever had to make.
But from the beginning, I was more sure about you than I’ve ever been about anything. Somehow, I just knew. And that’s new territory for me. Like nearly everyone else, there have been many times when I didn’t get what I thought I wanted. With you, maybe that’s why I feel like an old dog who finally caught his tail after chasing it for years.
Luckily, all of that is behind us. Those days are over. From here on, we’re going through life side by side and hand in hand and the rest of the world should look out.
I can’t imagine anyone giving me a better gift today — and every day for the rest of my life and beyond — than the life we share together. You have made me happier than I could have ever imagined.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Janet. I love you. And I want everyone to know it.
Brome Hill 