It's valentines, day - when the florists sell lots of roses, chocolate is the ambrosia of the day and sweethearts everywhere celebrate their love. I started out feeling sorry for myself because I don't have a sweetheart to go out to dinner with, or cuddle with afterward. But then I stopped at the library and on my way back to the car I noticed a heart mowed into the lawn. A romantic groundskeeper - how cute. Then I got a card from an old friend. And email from new friends. My hairdresser greeted me with a wonderful smile when I arrived late and breathless for my appointment, and my dog greeted me with a madly wagging tail when I returned home. As I carried my lunch to my study to see what else awaited me in the way of friendly greetings, a tiny bright red picture frame with a heart shaped opening and the sweet little face of one of my granddaughters when she was two years old caught my eye. Suddenly it occurred to me just how rich in hearts I am. I have four grown children who couldn't be more wonderful no matter how hard they tried, and a step-son who's as much a part of my heart as the children I bore. They've blessed me with twelve grandchildren, each special and loving in their own way. My Dad is still with me, and he writes to me regularly. My sister and brother are distant in miles, but close in affection. And I've friends all over the world. Some close by, some on the far away, some new, some old, and all gifts bringing immeasurable blessings into my life. Life truly is good to me. Thank every one of you for being part of it.