As I'm perpetually single, I rarely do anything to celebrate Valentine's Day. This year, even less so, since I'm deployed, which means I do as little as possible to remind myself of any holidays at all.
But this afternoon, a couple Valentine cards came across my desk, tagged with my Mother's handwriting. And when I opened them, I was hit with the smell of home, and for that brief moment, the love my parents have for me was almost tangible.
It's not my style to get sentimental, especially around such Hallmark holidays as this, but sometimes, I just can't help it.