I am absolutely convinced that this year's Valentine's day cannot beat last year's.
Because I was in Jerusalem, and everything is better in Jerusalem.
But also because one year ago I was herding sheep, making pita, running through flowered fields, and skipping dance parties to watch You've Got Mail.
I miss it.
But the best part of last year's Valentine's day was my valentine:
So here's to Kaleb, the first boy I ever asked to be my valentine.
And I apologize to Michael for interrupting his prayer.