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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 adventure. And although it ended far too soon, I know that I am one of the lucky ones. Many people have never been loved like that. I treasure the memory every day. Thanks to my Valentine friend for always remembering.

And February also brings, well, more basketball.
Lots more basketball.

The Walla Walla Shoot Out. Girls took second.





The Wenatchee tournament. Girls lost in the semifinals in overtime to take third.





Very impressive.

In the meantime,
it all just continues.
Laundry.
(Did I tell you I'm on laundry strike?)
Dishes.
Feeding dogs.
Feeding cats.
Feeding kids.

We got Zach's car fixed. Cost almost as much as buying the darn thing in the first place. But I'm glad to have another driver.

It SNOWED here today.
Didn't stick too much, but enough to make everything all white again.

I'm ready for spring.
Although we still have a broken window from LAST spring.
And the dogs are already getting out of the fence and running the neighborhood.

Baseball starts a week from Monday!



Red - Never Be The Same
From the album Innocence & Instinct

I know You
Who are You now
Look into my eyes
If You can't remember
Do You remember
I can see, I can still find
You're the only voice my heart can recognize
But I can't hear You now, yeah

Chorus:
I'll never be the same
I'm caught inside the memories
The promises
Our yesterdays
When I belonged to You
I just can't walk away
'Cause after loving You
I can never be the same

And how can I pretend I never knew You
Like it was all a dream, no
I know I'll never forget
The way I always felt with You beside me
And how You loved me then, yeah

You led me here
But then I watched You disappear
You left this emptiness inside
And I can't turn back time
No, stay
Nothing compares to You
Nothing compares to You
I can't let You go
Can't let You go
I can't let You...

Chorus:

I'll never be the same
I'm caught inside the memories
The promises
Our yesterdays
When I belonged to You
I just can't walk away
'Cause after loving You
I can never be the same
I can never be the same

Chorus:

I just can't walk away
No, I can't walk away, from You

Comments

  1. The rose is so awesomely sweet.

    Kyra died the morning after Valentine's day, the day is very special but that connection will always be there for me, I remember her last Valentine's Day like it was yesterday.

    Stay well, mama Meyer. I love the photos of your kids.

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  2. Yes Michelle, You and Dave did have that love story and nothing can ever take that away- not even death. You will hold onto that forever on earth, and into eternity.

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  3. Love your love story...with your children, and Dave's music, the rose every year and many other things...Dave's love story continues.

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  4. Dave's love streams from you and kids Chell. It never ended it just continued in a new way. Oh how I wish he was here for you but he is here through you, Zach, Kenny and Kate.

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