“My funny valentine. . . “
My father has been gone over nine years, but my love for him still exists. He was among the best of fathers and I admired and respected him for that. He had a knack of making each one of his children, sons and daughters, feel as if he or she was his favorite. He loved to laugh and joke and tell us how much he loved us, something a child never tires of hearing.
“You make me smile with my heart.”
HoneyBunch came along at a time in my life when everyone around me had decided I was Mom, Grandma, and Senior Citizen. Nothing more. There wasn’t any room for anything or anyone else. They weren’t being selfish; they were protective of my feelings and of theirs. Along came HoneyBunch and he upset the status quo. He found me youthful and wanted me for his wife. A day does not go by that he does not make me smile.
“. . . you’re my favorite work of art.”
My arms and heart ache for the years when my grown children were little. They would squirm when I squeezed them too tight. They would squeal if I kissed them too raucously. They ran for their lives when I announced I was having a “kissy attack.” Of everything I accomplished in my life, I take greatest pride in being their mommy. They have grown into wonderful adults, people I not only love but like as well.
“Stay little valentine stay.”
My grandbabies’ faces, smiles, and conversations melt my heart. They are my grand “beauties.” In their faces lies my future. Like my father lives on in me, I will live on in my grandchildren. Love is family.
“Each day is valentine’s day.”