valentine of a different kind

I gazed at my Valentine’s gift all day. I carried it around, carressed it, and admired it. I thanked my husband all day for his gift. We didn’t go out for dinner, we didn’t buy cards, and we didn’t buy chocolates. But as my husband worked and I cared for our son, I was so grateful. What could be a better token of our love than a baby? And boy am I glad that corporate American can’t capitalize on this gift!

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