The “x’s & o’s” gold bracelet is wrapped around my wrist like a drunken hug. Hugs and kisses, loose and loopy with warm tones that seem to welcome to my sleepy eyes, “You are loved.” It whispers, “You are loved.”

Happy Valentine’s day. No, the bracelet was not a gift from my adoring husband, Dave. The bracelet belonged to my Nanny Manzella. My mother had given it to her as a gift, and she loved it!. That’s what I’m thinking about, how about you?