Love has many ways to show itself
February 12, 2010 (Friday)
The snow in Texas and throughout the nation has captured our attention, but perhaps by Sunday our minds may be on Valentine’s Day.
Dianna and I went to Aunt Myra’s funeral in Central Texas a couple of years ago, and on the way back, we decided to eat supper in Centerville. We passed a fast food restaurant and I suggested we drive on across I45 and see if a nicer restaurant might be available in the older section of the town. I remembered a little café on old Highway 75, and we found it, and it was still in business, but closed at the time. Then I parked in front of it, and told Dianna, “This is where I proposed to your mother in 1953.” Wanda and I stopped at that café one day in September 1953 and I asked her to marry me as we sat in a booth there.
Actually, it was a written proposal (how nerdy can I get?). I suppose I thought that would be cute. I had forgotten how I actually proposed until one day I was going through Wanda’s keepsakes and found the index card with the proposal in my handwriting. As we sat there in the café, I handed her the card. I can’t tell you exactly what it said, because it’s in Rockport and I’m in Houston, but I recall upon reading it I was impressed with how sweet it was (aw, shucks). I had no idea she had kept it for nearly 50 years.
I am, therefore, wishing myself a Happy Valentine’s Day, in memory of nearly 50 years of marriage and in honor of a heart full of memories. One thing is for sure, and that is that Love never dies.
Thank you for reading my blogs.
Happy Valentine’s Day to you.
