She is away this Valentines Day. Pouring her love into someone else, someone less likely to appreciate her as much as I do. I am left here alone on this chilly winters day of love, keyboard in my lap cruising the Internet, pining for the warmth that she brings into this drafty old house.
She will return again, spent and tired, used up by those that only place demands upon her, those that do not recognize how much of herself that she spends on their needs. As usual, I will have the dishes done and put away, a fire crackling in the fireplace and today her favorite meal hot on the table as she comes through the door. As usual, her energy will return and the house will once again feel the warmth of her relentless love as the memory of another long shift at the hospital begins to fade.