Valentines

My dad was incredibly sentimental, and he always observed Valentine's Day.

He sent my mom, my sister, and me cards that featured fancy script, long poems, and lots of pink. You know those cards—the goopy kind.

That's kind of how my dad was—goopy.

He didn't need a special day to celebrate love. He just breathed love, all the time. He was grateful every day that he was with my mom, and every day that he got to be a dad to my sister and me.

I think Zach and I do a pretty good job of appreciating each other every day—of telling and showing each other how we feel.

I'm tremendously grateful to have, and to have had, so much love from my two valentines.

And I'm really glad I saved at least a few of those goopy cards.