The bad part: All the other holidays are family events, with dinners, hoopla, and lots of company. This day is so specifically not a family event but one to note with your love; and even with others around, that unique relationship allows no other entrant. In her nightstand I found a stack of cards and the little books of poems I had bought for her.
The good part: Love is resiliant and nearly inexhaustible. I am happy that my son1 is adding daughter1 to the family. We have your backs, kids!