I've been thinking about Valentine’s Day recently because that’s all you see everywhere for the two weeks leading up to the 14th. I can’t help but giggle to myself every now and again when I see romance this time of the year. When my husband and I first got together, we were in Florida for grad school. He took me to the beach and tried to write I love you in the sand. But he wrote it too low and the tide had washed most of it off by the time we walked down. I made a joke at the “poor sap” who wrote that for his girlfriend or wife, not knowing it was meant for me. It was the first time we would have said the L word, taking the relationship to the next level. He was so nervous the rest of the night because he didn’t know how else he was going to tell me, or even if he should. I had helped him make a picnic, but he slipped in a love note when I wasn’t looking. It was sweet and revealed much of his heart. Each Valentine’s Day since, I take it out and read it during dinner. After dinner on the freezing beach, we walked back to the car. I don’t know how he did it but my present was sitting on my seat when I got back! I unwrapped it right there. Inside was a monkey wearing a collar. Charles calls me his little monkey. He wasn’t trying to say I'm on a tight leash now with the monkey’s collar. He was trying to say “I love you.” The collar was a gorgeous silver and diamond bracelet. He had the back engraved “Happy Valentine’s Day My Love.” Of course like any giddy school girl I had to question the “my love.” He then nervously told me that he loved me, right there in the beach parking lot. We now live in Colorado; each year we fly down to Florida for a couple of days right around Valentine’s Day to commemorate the cement where our love began.
With Love,
Abby
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