Valentine's Day, 2010

I'm convinced that life doesn't let you suffer too long, if you do your part: sleep, eat, be of service, have faith. Sunday brought to my house the best Valentine's Day ever. You know, best day recovery style: full of love and giggles and predictable enough. We rode the train into the hills to visit a petting zoo. It had been a long time since, instead of writhing in anxiety, I could see and feel the beauty in such a day.
     Best of all were my travelling companions. A fluffy haired moppet who danced in fountains and spun in her princess dress, and a gentle man whose tired eyes relaxed and smiled and enjoyed. Who could ask for more?

First we bought our tickets at the train station, an old fashioned building of wood and steel.

Then we looked for the train. It was a little late.

My Valentine makes even waiting fun

My Valentine wonders if trolls live under the platform

(there weren't any)

My Valentine lets little girls have the window seat

My Valentine has the best lap when naptime is on-the-go

My Valentine knows little trains are as important as big ones

My Valentine feeds all the goats, not just the ones who are pushy

My Valentine helps when shoes get pinchy

My Valentine brings the playground to you

My Valentine loves to hold hands, and

my Valentine loves me.