Happy Valentine's Day to my sweetie. The same man that worked in excess of 60 hours and still found time to make snow ice cream and take a Sunday drive. The man that knows how I like my coffee, taters, and eight hours of sleep. The one that hates cats and hasn't killed the one that does the Indy 500 down the hallway each night after bedtime. He knows when I need a hug, kiss, or both and always finds the time to give them to me. He's proud of who I am-not who I'll be and that means the world to me. Last year he gave me his name and he has my heart. May this be the first of many, many Valentine's Day for US.
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