Friday, February 14, 2003

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. --Plato

There was a card waiting for me this morning when I got up, from Kevin, that almost made me start crying. :o) My Mom sent me a package yesterday, filled with goodies. It reminded me of when my brother, sister, and I were small and we'd wake up on Valentine's morning to a pile of presents outside our bedroom doors, from the "Valentine Fairy". LOL I guess I really do like Valentine's Day after all.

Marrying a man is like buying something you've been admiring for a long time in a shop window. You may love it when you get it home, but it doesn't always go with everything else in the house. --Jean Kerr

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