It’s not a long walk from the barn.  Raven races ahead, knowing exactly where we are going.  She waits… patiently…

Our last Valentine’s Day was spent, as many before, quietly filled with laughter… joking about the perfume he was trying to buy on the internet; the two of us excited about the tickets to see Garrison Keillor I had bought as a surprise.

“Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful;
it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends; as for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away.
For our knowledge is imperfect and our prophecy is imperfect;
but when the perfect comes, the imperfect will pass away.
When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became a man, I gave up childish ways.
For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall understand fully, even as I have been fully understood.
So faith, hope, love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.”
— 1 Corinthians, Chapter 13, Verses 4 – 13