My Secret Valentine

Previously I posted about my father's death and how, for so long, I couldn't look at displays of Valentine's Day candy without crying right there in the store.

All that changed for me in January 2008, when our youngest daughter Jaimee and her dogs came to stay with us for 6 weeks. Jaimee had called off her engagement and left San Francisco, and she was waiting for her job to start before moving to Albuquerque.

I had recently had back surgery and was "at loose ends" as they say. The house seemed pretty empty because Wild Bill was traveling for work a lot, so a houseful of Jaimee and her dogs was just what I needed.

When Valentine's Day rolled around Wild Bill was on a business trip, so it was just me and Jaimee and the dogs at home. A new movie was opening that day, a typical girly-flick, the kind we girls both love to see.

Before the movie, we decided to buy ourselves a treat and somehow, well, we both decided it was high time we had a big old red Valentine's heart. Yup, a big 'un as they say. One each. Here's Jaimee showing off our stash...

Of course, I had to show off too...

Eat your hearts out, literally!

So now, when Valentine's Day comes around you won't find me crying in the candy aisles any more. I'm usually laughing now when I'm at the store and see the new Valentine's Day candy displays, because now when I see them, I think of that Valentine's Day when two lovely ladies bought their own big red hearts and watched a sappy movie together... one of us even got a KISS!