Valentine

OK - let's have a talk.  I might have told you that last year, I got nothing from GPOM for Valentine's Day.  I knew that he didn't have any freedom to give me a gift, so I asked for story and/or for him to read to me the most romantic poetry I knew.  I got none of the sort.

Instead, I got a quiet night alone and a late-night phone call about how amazing he thought I was, and what he had done to prove it.  (I save that message still.)

Today I checked my mailbox twice, to find a card in a handwriting I didn't recognize.  It was GPOM's mom, who sent me a sweet, kind Valentine's card to tell me that she was glad to have me in her life.  I talked to GPOM's folks about all that's been happening, and I finally realized that they love me beyond GPOM.

GPOM called, and has a miserable cold, but managed to tell me that he loves me not one, not two, but three times in a five-minute conversation.

I love you too, honey.  Take care of you so we can take care of each other.