Tomorrow is Valentine’s day. I am sure that most parents have received a Valentine card from their children when they were young. I did too, from Andrew. In our old house, where we lived until last May, there was a red heart taped to one of the kitchen cabinets. It was a big, Valentine paper heart, and it stayed taped to the cabinet in the kitchen from the moment it was given to me years ago, until we moved.
I remember the children’s first Valentine’s day at their new school in America. They came home with a bag full of cards and candies. The school policy was that children did not give individual Valentine cards. Instead, if they wanted to give someone a card, they had to give one to everyone in the class.
There must be millions of young (and not so young) people looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to being with their Valentine, planning surprises, or taking advantage of the day to make their feelings known.
Before he died, Andrew had his first serious crush on a girl in his dorm. I wish he was be here to celebrate Valentine’s day with the girl of his young dreams. Or with us.
We love you Andrew. You are our Valentine.