When I celebrate Valentine’s Day with my wife, I will be totally unapologetic if my mind wanders to my first crush. Here’s the backstory. When I was four or five years old, a neighbor lady gave me a box of old Valentines. My favorite was adorned with a little girl who looked like a bee. (Think of a cuter version of the recurring Bees gag during the first season of “SNL.”) “Honey, bee my Valentin…