Happy Valentine’s Day Everyone!


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Dear Valentine,

Thank you, Valentine, for cleaning my glasses, and placing them by my coffee cup -- every single morning, whether you’re mad at me or not.

Thank you also, for searching out the current book I’m reading…then putting it on the table along with the morning newspaper, every single morning: Late for work or not late; happy or sad; energetic or tired.

Thanks for spraying your throat with Snore-a way each night. It works and I appreciate that you do that even when you are extra tired.

Thanks for always remembering our daughters with special valentines from their dad. I know they’ll always remember how much their dad loves them.

Thanks for microwaving the pets’ food in the winter. Yes, indeedy, I kid you about this. But it shows to me such love and respect for our animal family. This act of kindness makes you well-loved by the animals, but it also makes me love you even more too.

Thanks for checking the birdfeeder to make sure there’s enough seed for the day.

Thanks for getting up in the middle of the night to whisper “here kitty, kitty” out the front door, even after I’ve said in disgust that the damned cat can stay out all night if he won’t come in.

Even though I don’t say thank you enough for all the acts of kindness you do every day, I notice them all.

I notice how you cover me up when you get out of bed, not that I’ve ever said to you how good it feels to have someone there to make sure the covers are up around my neck like I like them.

I notice and appreciate the bowl of sugar you put on the dish with the strawberries, even though you think strawberries are sweet enough as they are, you know I don’t.

I notice how you won’t grind coffee beans if you think I’m still asleep because you don’t want the sound to wake me.

Thanks for letting me keep the remote control – this has to be difficult for you to give it up, but you know how much I love to be in control of the television.

Thanks for sectioning my grapefruit so all I have to do is eat it… (special thanks for the cherry in the middle, my mother used to do this for me.)

Thanks for cooking some of my favorite things: that delightful sausage, peppers, mushroom spaghetti sauce that I adore, for example. (We’re having that tonight!)

Thanks for baking homemade bread at least once a week, and all your special muffins, especially the blueberry ones with the big sugar crystals on the top.

Thanks for not only putting up with my idiosyncrasies, thanks for actually liking me more for having them.

Thanks for drinking the wine I love, when I’m sure it isn’t necessarily your favorite.

Thanks for putting the toilet seat down; for wiping off the counters and hanging up the towels you use.

Thanks for gassing up my car on the weekends so I don’t have to worry about doing it.

I could go on and on about all the little things you do to make my life easier, to show me I’m cherished and loved.

So Valentine o’ mine, no flowers, candy or jewelry necessary today.

Just come home and have dinner with me.



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