Won't you be my Valentine ?

As a skinny , freckle faced little girl, I was no ones  Valentine  and the boys I liked always ignored me or were mean to me.
We had moved from California to a Southern US town where people with different accents were mocked, looked at with suspicion or laughed at.
So the odds of my having a Happy Valentines with the rest of the kids were low at best.
But then something happened, as it does to most everyone... I grew up.

One day I met a man. ( in NYC) ..
I did not expect it, I did not have a new man in mind nor was I even thinking about such a thing.
But there he was.
And as corny as it sounds, as Harlequin Romance-y as it sounds, I fell head over heels in love with him immediately.

We have been married for , oh my , at least 100 years now .. or almost.

And every day, he is my Valentine.
I am sure there are plenty of days he wonders about this .. having an insane, moody wife can be a test for any man, but he is more than up to the task.

Happy Valentines Day to my Sweetheart ...