My Valentine.

"You've got to laugh a little, cry a little
Before the clouds roll by a little
That's the story of, that's the glory of love
As long as there's the two of you
You've got the world and all its charms
And when the world is through with you
You've got each other's arms"


Thirty-five years later, the wedding dress no longer fits me. And his hair is no longer lush and dark as it once was. But he's the only husband I've ever had, the only one I ever want. 


He'll always be My Valentine.