My Valentine

My M is my Valentine. And no, he’s not James Bond’s boss. (Thanks Ralph. πŸ™‚ You can visit Ralph and his funny comments at )

Almost eight years ago, I was introduced to a tall, loquacious, humorous, principled man. At first sight, we each were sure we would get on.

We did. A lot.

Enough that two years later, we got married, in spite of divorces and in my case, a dodgy childhood.

Our first date was in an Italian restaurant, and since that time we have not only loved each other, but we have loved to feed each other.

With food and wine.

With humour and tolerance.

With empathy and solicitude.

With patience and an open mind.

Have we had fights and disagreements?

Oh yes.

But we have worked through them.

I love you, M. Happy Valentine’s Day. Every day.

20 thoughts on “My Valentine”

  1. Precious. How wonderful that the Universe brought you two together after such rocky relationships before. Happy Valentine’s Day.

  2. I am shaken, not stirred, by you mentioning my blog dear Lynette. Thank you so much.
    What a lovely story. Happy Valentine’s Day, have a good one ! πŸ™‚ ❀

  3. Isn’t that wonderful? To finally find the one that hugs you so hard your broken pieces get put back together? πŸ˜€ I’m happy for you. ❀ xoxox

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