I always kind of look forward to February. There's President's Day. Nice to have a day at home. January is over. (Nuff said) And of course, there's Valentine's Day. I know, it's a Hallmark thing. Designed to make you spend money. But I really like the idea of a day to tell people you love them. Especially in the middle of February. When it's cold and bleak. And the fun of the holidays are over and spring seems so far away. And my Valentine angel was there again this year. I have no idea who sends me a rose every year. The card always mentions Dave. I have a few suspects in mind, but no-one will admit to being the one who sends it. It always makes me cry. And I always bring home that lovely, fragrant rose and put it next to the golden rose that Dave bought me the last Valentine's Day he was here. And I smile. And cry a little. And mostly I'm thankful for the great love I had. Life with Dave was certainly a love story. A great adventur...
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