This February 14th, I’m sending myself a valentine. Not because no one else will. I’m fine with that; I know I’m loved. I’m sending myself a valentine because, after all, who out there should love me more than I love myself?
To My Valentine, Yours Truly, 
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Here are some reasons (a partial list, to be sure)
Why I love you
I love you because you’re a happy, upbeat kind of girl doing your very best to enjoy life. Alone or with others, money or no, you do manage to have a good time.
I love you because you’re kind, compassionate and not too judgmental. A good listener, sensitive and a rooter for the underdog.
A trusting soul.
I love you because you’re passionate, easily inspired, even inspirational at times
Conscious, creative, adventurous, honest and responsible enough
Open-minded
Fair, flexible and forgiving; helpful, peaceful, patient and calm
Humble too.
Self-directed and self-reliant
And talk about a unique way of seeing the world. Screwy? Maybe. But I love you for it.
Then there’s that kick-ass rebellious streak of yours. I love that too.
I am awed by your wisdom, no matter how long it took to get
Proud of your willingness to grow
Delighted with your wide open heart
And grateful, God knows, that you can laugh at yourself!
So deary, this valentine–sent straight from cupid’s bow–comes with the hope that one of these mornings, when you catch your aging face there above the bathroom sink, you’ll stop with the “Oh dear God, such a wreck,” and lovingly declare instead, “What a beautiful creature that is!
Happy Valentine’s Day, Mayzee!
Sixties Chick 