Since it is Saint Valentine's Day, I have to say a few words about my husband...
For a living he drove a big-rig truck all around the country.
His rough hands liked to work on his Harley.
He wore Wrangler jeans and cowboy boots, shirt always tucked in,
with a handkerchief in his back pocket.
He's a man of few words.
Would you believe that the person I have described
sent me a dozen roses, every week, for over a year?
Well, that is exactly what he did.
This began the day after our first date and
occurred each week, thereafter.
Just as the roses began to wilt,
there was a knock on the door from a delivery person
holding another dozen red-roses, just for me.
Through the seasons changing and all that normally occur within a year,
the one constant was the red-roses, forever blooming on my table.
The only reason he stopped is when we became
engaged and I took over his book-keeping.
The red-rose fund would have to now
be diverted into our wedding fund!
I can't tell you how romantic I thought that was and how lucky I feel to have found him.
Happy Valentine's Day!