Above what I wanted to drive my Valentine around in, below is what I did drive her in.
I did not meet Sherry, but I saw her in 1954. A beautiful girl with a ponytail and long dress. Once I had the nerve to ask her for a date (1955), she accepted (out of pity methinks).
But the relationship really blossomed and she indeed did become my Valentine. She is the most wonderful woman in the world. She took a chance on a wild boy, a HS dropout but one who loved her dearly.
I write about her often. Well at least mention that she is the ‘REAL’, behind the ‘me.’ I have been flaky at times, but she has ALWAYS been the ROCK. She is methodical, while I am scatterattic. But, when it comes time to do what is required, she is there to back the play.
She is in her 80s now, and just as beautiful as the girl I took out on the first date. We have been so blessed to grow old together. No one in our families have been fortunate to do that. We are unique, her family plagued with that terrible word cancer. My family falling to heart disease. I tuck her in at least 29 out of 30 nights here in our love nest. I want to do that forever. I get the chance to tell her she is the most beautiful woman in the world, and I am the happiest and luckiest dude on this planet.
OUR FAMILY knows she is my Valentine. I know the grands laugh when I say she is still the best kisser in the world, BUT SHE IS. One day I hope they all are able to learn that at 80+ your mind still says you are 17, and your body says well, maybe, we'll see!
Sherry, you are my Wonderful, beautiful Valentine!
I LOVE YOU!