We will soon be celebrating Valentine's Day in America. A day of telling someone how much you love them. A day when school kids will be agonizing over who gave them a Valentine, and more important, who didn't! Too bad that still exists, isn't it? But there will be laughter and tears all over America. Of this much I am sure.
Valentine's Day with Richard was always special. But not any more special than most of the ordinary days in our life. Yes, he would come home with a giant box of chocolates, a bouquet of flowers, and a sappy card. But he did that many days throughout the year. Not just Valentine's Day.
There was NEVER a day in our entire relationship that I wondered 'if' he loved me. One of the things I was always most certain of: I am loved. We never ended a day without saying "I love you". Even on those days (and we all have them) when I would have rather punched him in the face, I would say "I love you" and he would say it back to me.
I don't know if that is why we shared such a special love. I just know that is how we lived. Each and every day.
This year he is gone. But we still share that special love. I know that he is somewhere looking over us. I know that he will feel our love. And I know that we still feel his love. A special love story, like ours, will never have an ending. It's only until we meet again.....