What a nice surprise, Joybell, thanks for sharing it with us.

I've told my memorable V-day story here, before. I'll go hunt it up and post a link. (oops, not that long, so here 'tis:)

The best gift Rog ever gave me was a little kid's valentine. We were already out for dinner when he finally realised what the date was; he jumped up, went across the street to a convenience store, bought a box of them, selected one, wrote a love note in French, then came back to the restaurant. I was really a bit concerned as he'd offered no explanation when he left. As soon as he reached our table, he went down on one knee, uttered some to-die-for French love pledge and gave me the valentine. I have never felt so "wooed" in my life; guess that's one good reason he is still around after almost 22 years! (This spring will be our 24th.)

Another memory: V-day was my parents' anniversary. I wonder if they ever got tired of their kids making them heart-shaped cakes?**bg** The saddest one ever, my then husband and I were taking them a cake when, on the way to their house, we drove past our old family dog, Tramp, by the side of the road. He'd passed away while out for his daily jaunt. We took him home to my parents' and buried him out on the hill. I was so sad and dad was out of town. It was hard to get him on the phone because he was working on Amchitka Island in Alaska, but I remember I finally got to tell him about Tramp, sobbing my eyes out. He reminded me of what a good life he'd had and that was a good way for him to go, out doing what he liked.

kat