I got the best valentine from my mom: a photo album from her wedding.

I’ve seen all the pictures — memorized them — and the book is falling apart, but still, it’s an awesome gift. It was a copy someone made post-wedding for my dad’s parents with a few images, and when my mom presented it I realized that I don’t have anything like it. (And it I also realized that I’m not 100 percent sure where my own wedding album is. Whoops! I know it’s here somewhere.)

A couple weeks ago, I wrote a piece for my day job at Phoenix New Times about Tucson and I mentioned the fact that my parents met there:

I have a romanticized Tucson in the most literal sense. My parents met and fell in love at the University of Arizona in the early 1960s. I have this image of the two of them running in slow motion across the bright green lawn on campus in front of Old Main — she in a shift dress, her blond hair in a bubble ‘do; he in thick-framed black glasses and a crew cut — embracing as the theme to “Love Is a Many Splendored Thing” plays in the background, just like in the movie Grease.

Check out the image above (probably didn’t need the Hipstamatic treatment, it’s already a little yellow) and you’ll see what I mean.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Mom and Dad! You are the ultimate sweethearts in my book.