That is how I always think of February. So many significant
days are on my calendar. Bobby's birthday is the 8th, Valentines day the l4th, Our 27th wedding anniversary is the
l5th and Ted's birthday is the l6th.
It has me musing about the different kinds of love. The
fierce protective love for a child and the gentle quiet love
you have for a marriage partner and the love for all creatures
great and small and the friends we love and cherish.
Love makes you vulnerable to injury. Your children are hostages to fortune. We weep bitterly for pets who have a
short life span. Marriages dissolve. I wouldn't have it
any different. We all know prickly, self protective humans
who are too defensive about being hurt to love with their
whole hearts. They miss the sadness but never know the joy.
Love is never wasted.