When you're on your own, Valentine's Day can seem like a rude reminder of the obvious. Not to mention a day to avoid. But all those painful Valentine's Days fade pretty quickly when you awaken with a happy heart, as I did this morning. Something about lying in the early morning darkness counting more blessings than I have fingers makes for an awfully happy day. But more than that is feeling glad for a new chapter and the building of new traditions. I'm not one to take this happiness for granted. I am one to celebrate it.