Look at us. So young. So thin. So broke. So happy.
Valentine, 1989: A nervous hubs took me out to supper. It was a lovely meal. We sat and talked like any other meal. Following the meal, he drove us to the reservoir. He pulled out a simple gift. It was dark and difficult to see. When I opened the box it was a Precious Moments figurine. There was a little boy on his knees proposing to a little girl. Hubs said, "That little boy is me and I want that little girl to be you. Will you marry me?"
Valentine, 2010: It has been 21 Valentine's Day since that sweet day. Every year I remind my sweet hubs that I would say "Yes!" all over again. He is the best valentine that I could have ever prayed for... truly the man of my dreams.
Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart!
You are the reason I love Valentine's Day!