valentine

My valentine, along with silken snuggles with Manon on a snowy morning, came in the form of a comment on my last blog. It was not where I expected to find it, nor was it floral or made from card and thus it managed - as Julian himself did - to get to me through the back door. He's a clever boy. The message was a reference to the days before our wedding when we were planning our ceremony and trying out poems on each other. This one by Sir Walter Raleigh was Julian's favourite and he planned to read it but he couldn't get past the first line without crying so we left it out of our ceremony kept it in our hearts until now, when out it just popped for all to see....