Mr S and I were having one of our long conversations the other day. The subject rearing its impossibly complicated head was St Valentines Day. I was going to explore the subject of just 'who' St Valentine was but I am pretty sure that Mr S will do that true justice on his next blog. My thoughts are far more fleeting and romantic.
I suppose I was always a romantic, with a great love of poetry, especially Byron....nasty man that he was, he still managed to make my young heart soar with his words. And so...alas, a great fan of the romantic poets, I am a little lost and a bit of a cynic about the whole thing.
Let us go back a bit.... As a young woman, I was full of foot stamping tantrums unless I received the requisite amount of flowers/suitably soppy cards. All that changed on the 14th of February 1985 when a beautiful little girl called Sian came into my life. I was 21 years old and my daughter had the audacity and cheek to be born on St Valentines Day. What a wonderful day it was. She was polite enough to make her appearance before breakfast so that by lunchtime I had the requisite amount of flowers/suitably soppy cards! Happy Birthday my Gorgeous 25 year old girl!
My father wanted to call her Valentina, I refused, wanting to give her a Welsh name. Sian has grown into a strong independent woman, who I am so proud of. Not all of this is my own work, my mum and dad have been a huge force in her life. Thanks Ma and Pa, you did a great job. I will sign off now and explore more under this Blog as this is for Sian.
We love you Nin!
All my Love Mum xxx
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