Miscellany

Valentine’s Day

13 years ago today, a handsome young man came 800 miles to visit me bearing a diamond ring and a dozen roses. We went out to dinner at a restaurant where we’d sat on the swing under a catalpa tree in the warm late-summer evening 5 or 6 months earlier. It was there that he planned to pop the question.

The restaurant was closed for the winter. The swing was stored in a shed somewhere. The catalpa tree was bare. Hence we wandered over the muddy February scene till we found a stump for me to sit on while he knelt and proposed.

A year later, we returned to find that even our stump had been ground up. (Some folks have no respect for history.)

It was probably a better preparation for marriage than a “perfect” proposal would have been. We got a miniscule dose of the way reality can collide with expectations. We got a chance to laugh at ourselves. Both of these things would come in handy over the years that followed!

Here’s to celebrating real love — always a more adventurous ride than Hallmark would lead us to believe!

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