A Story Teller
Be of Good Cheer
Believing is Seeing
Benefits of Play
Black Friday
Cabin Fever
Cataracts
Coffee Perks
Connections
Different, Yet Similar
Division More Fun Than Hiking
Economy
Forty and Pregnant
Geisha
Happy Mother's Day
Home Canning
Happy Valentine's Day
It's a Miracle
"Just" a Housewife
Little Gem in the Woods
Marlboro Country
Missing Hiker
Mr. Smith Goes to Washington
RMKK Year in Review
She's Having a Baby
Ten Sixty-Six
The Game of Life
The Otters Return to Glacier
The Wonder of it All
These Boots Are Made for Walking
Thrifty
Time is on My Side
You Get What You Expect
100 Years of Grandeur
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Happy Valentine's Day
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I was just sixteen I received a box of a dozen long stem roses. It was
Valentine’s Day and I was sitting in class when a voice came over the intercom
telling the teacher that I should pack up my belongings and go to the office to
check out. My mom had called and I would be going home for the rest of the day,
which sounded good to me. Although I didn't know the reason, no foreboding
thought entered my head at all. I gave a satisfied smile to my friends, left the
classroom, and headed home. A look of excitement was on my mom’s face when I
entered the house. She pointed to the table and to a long ivory colored box with
a big scarlet ribbon. At the moment I opened that box, I felt like a princess in
a fairytale. A florist had delivered these elegantly wrapped roses just for me.
They were the most beautiful red roses I had ever seen in my life. The card
simply said, “Love, David”.
Valentine’s Day is fast approaching and the airwaves are filled with warnings
directed at men about what to get their sweethearts. Surprise her with this,
don’t buy her that, and whatever you do don’t be cheap. And heaven help you if
you forget the day entirely. If I were a man arriving from Mars, I would fear
something awful would happen if I didn’t buy a box of chocolates, a bouquet of
flowers, or a cuddly teddy bear for my beloved. If I were a woman arriving from
Venus, I would be filled with eager anticipation but not all that concerned
about what to get my man.
The true gift of giving is a precious thing. It is a gift from the heart without
expecting something in return. It’s not given out of obligation, doesn’t always
come in a box, and doesn’t require a holiday.
My husband told me a story the other day about a young man who had the
impression that men disliked their wives. He thought this until he met my
husband and found out otherwise. This story scored lots of points with me and
was music to my ears. According to my husband, all
he's ever wanted
is to be near me. How sweet is that! I know I won't be receiving any
bouquets or candies this Valentine's Day but I’ve been given the gift of love
and that’s worth more than all the chocolates in the world.
©2/11/10
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