My Valentine

Valentine's Day is one of my very favorite days of the entire year. It's been fifteen years, fifteen years....

Since, he met me in the hall outside of my psych class and handed me a rosebud vase. He was proud of those three flowers.

Since, I stood outside of his dorm and presented him with a bouquet of twenty helium balloons. How was I to know that this gift was all wrong for a twenty-nine year old guy living on campus?

Since, he ate at a Mexican restaurant for the first time.

Since, he took me home to meet his mama, his daddy, his sisters, his niece and nephew, Bip the bulldog, Kibby the cat, his grandparents, his aunts and uncles, his cousins....

Since, he introduced me as Nancy Reagan Forrester.

Since, I first pondered the beauty of a green wheat field in February.

Since, I climbed into a John Deere tractor for the first time. His dad laughed and said, I reckon that tractor's older than you. Grand-daddy bought it in '76.

Since, he first said, I love you.

Since, our first kiss.

Since, his mama invited the preacher over to meet Wayne Jr.'s new friend.

Since, I knew God had heard my voice.

I had asked Him for a husband, I had asked Him for a home.

I got it all.... fifteen years ago.

Happy Valentine's Day, Waynie Baby!
You have my heart. Forever.
I. Love. You.

I Love the Lord, because He has heard my voice and my supplications. Because He inclined His ear to me, therefore I will call upon Him as long as I live.  Psalm 116:1-2