On Valentines Day, we often remember our first Valentine, first kiss, first love.
My first love, longest love and greatest love is earth. The blue sky, seen from my baby buggy, spring rain falling from a sunny Oregon sky, the ocean at Canon Beach, traveling through the Rocky Mountains - every new encounter with my first love only made me love it more. Yes, even my first bee sting.
Remember when Monarch butterflies were an everyday sight? When the Milky Way was a nightly event open to everyone? When bird calls were the first thing heard in the morning?
Nostalgia should belong to our favorite song, not to memories of earth, our only home.