Two years ago I introduced you to my then-3-year-old daughter, Scarlett. My Valentine.
She was a late arrival in my life, and particularly special because I grew up with all boys and had only boys, until she came along. She’s introduced me, for the first time, to the wonderful world of little girls.
Scarlett’s now 5 and I’m 65. She likes the symmetry of that. She tells perfect strangers, at random, “I’m five and he’s 65.”