Valentine’s Day can be a hard day for caregivers, especially when the one you’re caring for is the one you love. Steve made a big deal about this holiday—one card was never enough—it had to be at least five and I’d always have a big packet for him. Once he was too sick to go out alone, we’d take a walk on Valentine’s Day to a card store and he’d hand me cards he would have gotten. When it got to the point where he was sending someone else to buy cards for him to give me, I told him it was only another day and I knew he loved me—with or without the cards. Now that Steve is gone, I have a folder full of cards he’d given me over the years. I don’t need to be reminded, really. It’s nice to know you’ve been loved well.

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