As the day of celebration inches closer, I am thinking of love, Valentine’s, issues of spring and memories of times long past. At one time or another, I was considered a pretty romantic devil and knew the words, the moves, the good decisions in life came freely to me. Now I am old gray dog, that just wants to sleep on the front porch and bark at the mailman once a day.
Thinking back I remember the first time we sat down, and seriously talked about embarking on a life together. I told her, “I can just about fix anything in life, cars, trucks, home repairs, I can virtually do it all. There is one thing I cannot fix and that is a broken heart. I can mend it, but I cannot completely fix it. So here is my promise to you … if you want to hook up with me and get married, I will love you forever and one day, no more than that.”
This year will mark something like 30+ years on my marriage to my lovely bride. Believe it or not, I can still remember it clearly in my mind, almost as if it were yesterday.
She was standing there in her loveliness such a treasure to behold, found myself standing there thinking to myself, “she is so beautiful, she loves me, and this is MINE. Wow.”
Like a kid at Christmas with a brand new item or gift from under the tree, I just could not shift my gaze away from her.
The ceremony was simple, just her and I, a few close friends, even had the church janitor for a witness. It was not her first rodeo, neither was it mine, so we felt no need for a big fuss.
Things ran pretty much the way they were supposed to be running, preacher went thru the words, we took the vows, and then he said to no one in particular, “Ladies and Gentleman, I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Don Smith.”
Shortly after that, I felt a little jab in my lower rib cage and I looked at her and she whispered, “Give him some money.”
I smiled and said, “I have it covered Honey.”
We entered to some more small talk and pleasantries, the preacher and I. Once again, another firm poke in the ribs, I looked at her and she said, “Pay the man.”
Right then and there, I should have caught on. Only married something like two minutes and the woman is bossing me around.
Been that way ever since.
Don’t get me wrong. I am happily married, The King of My Castle, and I have her permission to say that. This week on Valentine’s Day, I am going to once again, go out and get her a nice card and a gift …
Just as soon as she tells me what it is.