In 2008 I wrote about the first Valentine I got from Gerrit,
20 years earlier.
And this year is my first Valentine's Day without him.
It's harder than I expected.
Oscar doesn't realize it, but he's my Valentine.
And last night, after I got home from picking up Oscar
at my parents' house
where I had left him while I was at church,
I found this waiting for me in my in-box.
My wonderful dad, my not-so-secret admirer,
makes the cards he and my mom give for birthdays
and other special occasions.
I wouldn't be surprised if everyone in the family got this image.
Which doesn't take one iota of love away from this one.