I am excited to announce that the winner of this year’s valentine’s day contest is Allyssa Comber!

She sent in the sweetest story of how much her Poppa means to her:
“This valentine’s day, my choice in valentine should be an obvious one. Months away from marriage and seven committed years with the same boy (who oddly enough turned into a man somewhere along the way) would make anyone suspect that no one else would even be in the running. However, there is another who has a part of my heart that I guard jealously and with great joy. This love is different you see.
Jim Sheldon. My Poppa. He is old and wrinkly and pocked with age spots (No no, beauty marks, he says). His hair is snow white but he is not balding (no no, it’s just an eight inch wide part down the middle, he says). His jowls are plentiful to the point that if he was not the inspiration behind Jello then I am CERTAIN his mother was a pelican (No no, it’s a homemade scarf he says). I am most petrified to eat his spaghetti sauce as it is quite likely that within the tomato-y goodness lie dark secrets produced from weeks of leftovers…Brussels’ sprouts, stinky cold meat, wrinkly cucumbers and the like. (No no, don’t you know there are hungry children in Africa? he says). He is no doubt the finest of English gentlemen. If I move to hug him he tells me to bugger off. If I want a smooch he tells me to go bug my grandmother. If I ask to borrow a dollar, he gives me 56 cents, tells me to invest it wisely and in a few years I will have it. To him, tea is a privilege and its processes are not to be meddled with. Once I poured boiling water into a mug with a teabag in it and I thought he might disown me. If you are still in bed at the shameful hour of 7am, then he will come in and vacuum around your bed (dusty carpets are bad for nighttime breathing, he says). A catch…wouldn’t you say?
He knows all the answers to Jeopardy questions. He teaches me words like ‘Finnimbrun’ and ‘Pulveratricious’ (see above comment regarding carpets). He buys me Barolo when I would have been happy with Welch’s. He has read every book. He has seen every movie. His joy is complete when he succeeds in buying something ridiculously cheap because the store people forgot to change the price tag. He whistles like a bird and will sing to himself in a room full of people like the rest of us would if we were confident not another soul would hear. His gardens look like those out of a magazine. In one season his yard went from fenced suburbia to a second Eden. (Neighbors are nosey buggers, I need some privacy, he says). But I secretly know that he sings to the seeds, and talks to the bulbs and tells the birds where the best berries are. He wears a Tilley hat while he gardens to protect his 8 inch wide part from the sun. Once I found it sitting on the garden swing. When I looked inside I saw the brand tag said ‘Jessica’ (A good bargain is gender irrelevant, he says). As the pastoral care pastor at his church, he spends long days with those whose lives are coming to an end, singing them their favourite hymns while angels slip down to earth to bring them home. He grieves with the new parents whose infant child didn’t make it, offering hope even when his heart breaks at the thought that at 73 he wished it could have been him instead. Some call him the Jim Reaper. I call him brave with a heart bigger than I will ever understand. He loves my Nanna like they were 16 again. His laugh sounds like an aria in high ‘C’. He drives like he’s a NASCAR racer and once tore his Achilles tendon chasing after the garbage truck. He still lets me dance with him with my feet standing on his (Good heavens you weigh a ton, he says). He breaks his toffee with a little hammer and insists fruit and nut chocolate bars are two servings of fruit, one serving of protein and one serving of dairy. If I told him about this, he would say he wanted me to win because the only thing better than a good bargain is something free.
How can you not ask such a fellow to be your valentine? (You can’t, I say)”
Congratulations Allyssa, you’ve won yourself a free photo session!
Renee Marquis: Oh, got to love those little feet and toes!