Of all the valentines I remember, this one cut the cake, I worked all night as a nurse at a local nursing

home, getting off at 7 in the morning, tired and just a bit sleepy, I slept until I was awakened by my

husband of 5 years, he had made me breakfast.  He said that this was his gift to me since he was

always thinking of simple ways to show his love.  My eyes slowly opened to a plate of toast with butter

on each of them, they were shaped like hearts.  He sprinkled afew strawberries across the plate with

a fried egg, just the way I like them, and a homemade card that expressed his love.  Toasted hearts,

had to be the most precious of memories, I'll keep tucked in my memory bank until I take my last

breath.