For my beloved

Don't worry, honey, I'm not getting caught up in the commercialism of Valentine's Day. I'm not going to demand a card, buy myself a big bunch of red roses or eat 2kg of chocolate.

And yes, I agree with you that every day is a perfect moment to tell someone you love them... that they are special to you... that your life is made happier, better, more wonderful because they exist...

But I wanted to take this opportunity to say thanks to the man who puts up with being called names like 'Fluff', Sabrosito (little yummy in Spanish), Sabalicious, and Culo Bonito (cute bum); who copes with a wife who does not fit the mould (hard for someone who is somewhat risk and change averse) and does not always know how to keep the house tidy (but I am good at cleaning the toilet). Who lovingly eats my veggie creations even though he could really go a good hearty steak; who manages to find just the right words when I am crying over some emergent issue; who values friendships as much as I do and who agrees that sometimes other people have to come before 'him' or 'us'.

Not to mention the fact that he is probably the kindest, strongest, funniest and smartest person I know.

So, here's to you, mi amor. Mwah xxxxx