Let's take this chaos in order, shall we?
First, the good news: Today is the official Hockman family First Day of Spring. Today pitchers and catchers reported to Spring Training. This was always the end of winter for us. It doesn't look like it outside, at least not here, but in Arizona and Florida, there is baseball. And that is good. There is hope for spring.
Second, the bad news: Ralph Waite died. He was my very favorite television father, Jackson Gibbs. I understand that some people associate him with The Waltons. But, to me, he'll always be Jackson Gibbs. I will miss him a lot.
Third: What were you thinking? Last night you showed up in a dream with another woman and introduced her to me as your new wife. Don't even try to tell me that you fell in love with a silly, fluffy, clinging, fluttering, helpless woman. I know better. I know YOU better. You wouldn't be able to stand five minutes of conversation with her. If you were trying to make me mad at you so that I wouldn't miss you on Valentines Day, you should know better. If you want to fool me, try it with a woman that's more your type. I'll never feel threatened by a weak, flighty, helpless female. I will watch for airborne porcine activity. It was so absurd that I woke up laughing.
And so I've survived another Valentines Day. I've concluded that love is one of those diseases that you can only get once, then you're immune. You vaccinated me against all the other men on the planet. For now, I'm spending my evening with the animals, my Facebook friends, the box of Raisinettes that Jen gave me, and my Gordon Lightfoot station on Pandora. I'm cheerful and content. And as has been said before, my heart is, and always will be, yours.
Love you forever,