My second son, Patrick, moved to Arizona about 18 months ago. He wanted to "find himself," or maybe "find hot chicks." And he was probably more than a little tired of me telling him to pull his pants up, turn his hat around, and get a job.
I'd be lying if I told you anything other than that Patrick is my kindest son. He's very kindly to those he feels are weak and defenseless, and fierce beyond words if he perceives someone wronging such beings (persons or critters).
I'd also be lying if I didn't tell you that Patrick is exceedingly hot tempered, more so than any of my other children.
And it's absolutely true that Patrick was the hardest on me from about age 11 to 20-something. If I was going to turn prematurely gray, Patrick would have been the guy for the job. Fortunately for me, I'm tougher than he is.
I have never wanted anyone to give me anything for Valentine's Day. It seemed wrong to me that my children should feel obligated to do something for me. It's enough that I love them, and they usually love me (except when I'm being "mean").
So, imagine my surprise this morning when this appeared on my table:
Patrick had contacted Dan, and they went in on flowers for me. Turns out he was feeling bad about giving me a hard time for so many years. But remember my first statement about Patrick: he is my kindest son. And this proves it.
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone. I hope you all get a surprise as happy as mine!