Tuesday, February 14, 2012

To My Valentine

For several weeks he has asked, "What do you want for Valentine's Day?"
"Nothing, really.  Just some little romantic thing," I say.
"What?" he asks, pleading for a better answer.
Since I can't give him a concrete answer, he takes me shopping.
He buys be two fleece vests and a new knit top.
Then, on Monday, he says, "I must slip away for a bit.  I have some things I must do."
This morning, after he had
fed the dog,
made the coffee,
fetched the papers,
I finally descended the stairs
ready to greet my dear Valentine and the day.
He hadn't noticed my gift to him on the chest in the living room.
"Oh, I was just getting ready to put your gift together," he says after opening his.
He then slipped out to the car, and walked in the house with a sweet, boyish smile on his face.
He carried a little romantic thing in his hands:
A package of cookies from the Cookie Lady
and a beautiful unique card.
"I thought the card was different and very nice," he says.
"Yes, it is very nice, and romantic," I say.


I don't want Hallmark to sue me, so I am quoting the card, I picked for him:

Every woman dreams
about the perfect husband -
someone warm and caring,
thoughtful and affectionate,
funny and sensitive, 
she often ends up with less.
Except me...
When I married you,
I ended up with a lot more.


This man that I married, 
is a treasure,
a gift beyond measure.
I don't know how I would have made it through the past two years without him.



God blessed me the day He gave me this special man to be my husband.




Without my husband's love, support, and care I don't know where I would be.
Thank you for being YOU, Jim.
Thank you for loving me.
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