Last night at United, we stopped to read the Valentine's greeting cards. There are some really good this year. I am not so sure that it really had more to do with being married to Jerry than the actually quality of the card writing. I mean, really, the man is a doll! When we were going through the "lady section" he thought to ask if I needed more. What man thinks about these things. This I am sure is due to the growing up just him and his mom. Note to self: Get mom-in-law a fruit basket.
Anyways. I was already sobbing. It was getting hard to see the cards with the tag stating "Daughter." I did OK, until it occurred to me, Sarah would be getting her first REAL valentine from a boy this year, most likely, if she was still alive. That hit really hard. Jerry let me wander off down the aisle and let me cry a bit. Then came to check on me. He is a saint in the way he knows how to handle me. I need a few minutes to get it out of my system a bit. Then, to be held. I love how he knows me better than I know myself, most times. OK, I will give you a moment or two to continue with your gagging noises, Mom.
New favorite quote, "Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?" ~ Rose Kennedy