My son Gomez is a sentimental romantic to the core. Always has been.
For years now, I've said that one of these days some woman is going to come along and break his big, tender heart to bits.
(It will be easy to spot me in the subsequent two decades' worth of family photos; I'll be the one wearing the orange jumpsuit with "California Dept. of Corrections" stenciled over the pocket.)
Come on, I remind myself - he's only ten. Even though he's confided in me about a couple of schoolboy crushes, he's more consumed with baseball and Legos than with games of the heart.
Thankfully, dating is years in the future and Gomez remains snug in his unjaded, little-boy view of romance and relationships...as evidenced by the illustrations on his school Valentine collection bag I found the other day while tidying his room:
Yep. Everything is juuust as it should be.
