When I use to think of the word “Valentine” as a little girl, it meant I got a Spiderman card and some candy for all the boys in class. Then as I got older, that idea changed.
I would think of that special guy who made me happy, like my heart would explode from all of the bottled up love it held...like I was the most important thing in his world.
These days, I still feel that way. Only this time that guy is a blonde- haired, blue-eyed, mischievous, out-going little boy and that feeling my heart feels is none other than that of a mother’s love.