Valentine's Day

For some, Valentine's Day may have been their first brush with love. When I was a kid, they used to call it a "crush." That word as a romantic reference seems to have disappeared from the lexicon. New references include, "hooking up" or "friends with benefits."

To an old fellow like me, these new references ring hollow and decidedly unromantic. In Roman times, it was the custom that the type of bird that a girl saw on Valentine's Day would for tell what kind of husband a girl would marry. If a girl saw a sparrow on Valentine's Day, she would marry a "man lacking wealth."

My wife and I have been together for 28 years and on the Valentine's Day before I met my wife she must have seen an entire flock of sparrows.

My mother frequently told me that I would meet a nice girl in church and she was right. Twenty eight years ago as I sat in church I saw a pretty woman a few pews ahead of me. Though I only had a glimpse of my future wife it was enough. I found out who she was and called her up with my best line that fateful Sunday.

"Today is your lucky day, how about dinner?" Surprisingly, she said yes.

Twenty-eight years later, and at the risk of sounding corny, she is still my Valentine. It's Valentine's Day, a day to be romantic, sickeningly mushy and sweet.

It's okay to be a little or a lot over the top. Give flowers, candy or if you can afford it jewelry; women just love jewelry. I have come to believe that women love the jewelry that you give them because it reminds them that you think that they are as valuable as gold and as precious as jewels. I have found that some of the jewelry that I have given my wife has given her a reminder of how much I care the other 364 days of the years when the circumstances of our relationship might not be so romantic.

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