An old candy box gently stores
the Valentines from years ago-
probably 1967-1969.
February and all that meant in
upper elementary grades in a Lutheran School.
so heart strings and vintage hankies
and assorted trinkets join to
adorn the tree
with the
heart and verse cutouts
and there were eleven of us in my class
7 girls and 4 boys and the odds
were not in our favor on Valentine's Day.
and 3 of the boys
had the last name
Meyer-
and I was at least distantly related to them
and the other was Myers
and I gently place favorite and special ones
in the tree branches dripping with red
and the story goes---
there was this "older" boy who moved in from the city-
DH- John was a student those days in that school
and I have Valentines from every other boy in the school
except HIM.
and he has given reasons and forged stories
but none the less-
NOT ONE VALENTINE
But this story has a great ending as
he now holds the
Key to my Heart.
and all the fine moments along the journey
played out in adult life
sweeten the pot--
grade school heart tugs really are the best thing
when they blossom into grown up
heart throbs-
into
the giving,
serving,
giving up,
caring,
whatever it takes
LOVE
A blessed ending to this Love Story.
What a great story! Thanks for the smiles!
ReplyDeleteah Amy great to have you back stateside
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