Valentine's Day will always have a special meaning for me. Seventeen years ago today, Brenda and I kissed for the very first time. It was an electric moment for me, one that I'll always remember. We celebrate this day annually because of our whirlwind romance that led to us marrying later that same year. It still baffles me a little how we arranged for it all in such a short period but it was the best decision I ever made. I love you, baby doll.


One Reply to Be My Valentine

Scott Hardie | February 16, 2015
Very sweet of you to write. :-) Kelly and I celebrated a special day like that for years, and we elected to get married on that day to make the anniversary "official."


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