When Chef Boy ‘R Mine was a wee lad, Valentine’s Day was a high holiday. We had to make a big deal out of the day or the kid would have just died. Below is a card he made for me in school before he could even write his name. I have cherished it all these years and present it here for your admiration.

He was such a cute kid! I especially love the inside of the card. The heart person complete with heart a
rms and legs just crack me up. I think it was supposed to be his signature.
This year, I am my own Valentine. I generally love being single, but there are days, today one of them, when I wouldn’t mind someone to send me flowers or give me a card or let me know that they love me. Still and all, I’m happy.
Happy Valentine’s Day to you!
I’ve lost three best friends now. Three people that I told my deepest, darkest secrets. Three people that loved me warts and all. Three people that had my back. Three people that would tell me the truth when I desperately needed to hear it. Nobody should have to lose three best friends: one to a motorcycle accident, one to breast cancer and one to complications of Crohn’s Disease.