Here is a picture I took last spring of a rose bush I had just purchased. The same bush is buried under the frozen tundra that is my back yard today, but I know there is life there and there will be fresh roses again.
At work we give each other flowers on Valentine's Day. I feel like a child, I await those flowers and I read each word on the cards, I really cherish them. I dislike not having a sweetheart on Valentine's Day, but it is OK.
"From experience, I've realized that I cannot go back and make a brand-new start. But through AA, I can start from now and make a brand-new end." -- Alcoholics Anonymous (4th ed.), p. 457
For some reason, today after I read a comment from the guy from the Big Sky, I remembered a Valentine's Day long ago. I was at a meeting, crying because I didn't have a sweetie and didn't get any gifts for Valentine's Day. I didn't notice Denny B. get up and leave the meeting, but I sure did notice when he came back a few minutes later with a box of chocolates and a big heart shaped balloon. For me. I cried because it meant so much to me. Denny is now in the big meeting in the sky, and hopefully I am not so self-centered anymore. But I so cherish these memories. My life is full of sober memories. Memories of the wonderful souls in Alcoholics Anonymous. Can't hardly get any better than that!