Our first Valentine’s Day together, our relationship was only a few weeks old, so we both agreed not to make a big deal out of it. (This was 1998. Good Lord.)
I went out to my car that day and found a small chocolate heart pinned under my wind shield wiper. I thought it incredibly romantic.
Since 2000, Ben makes me a heart for Valentine’s Day. He doesn’t just cut something out of red construction paper, he bends metal and melts steel. He chips away at stone, pours molten lead into a mold.
Every Valentine’s Day, I remember that I’m the luckiest girl around.
Here’s hoping that someday I’ll be staring at a shelf with sixty or seventy hearts on it.
Happy Valentine’s Day.