Heart Tugs

  

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.