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Be My Valentine

Posted Thursday, February 9, 2012, at 12:26 AM

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One of my flower arrangements. I couldn't find a good picture of David and I together.
My husband is the ultimate romantic. From the very beginning of our courtship, David has given me flowers and continues to be very thoughtful with his gifts.

Valentines Day doesn't top the "Just Because" moments that we have shared together.

A meeting on the freeway, found me accepting two dozen roses from David---- "Just Because". I might have a package of M & M's and a note attached to the steering wheel of my car or some other wonderful surprise.

Your heart may be warmed by the simple things like a hug, holding hands, or a whispered "I Love You". Or it could be a nice electric frying pan purchased at a yard sale.

Love is always in the air in February. Marriage Proposals are planned, engagement rings are purchased and grand gestures have come to be expected.

Most couples don't foresee the hard work of the ever-after part. Their courtship is over and and company manners are replaced with distressing personal habits, minor annoyances and trials of patience.

Love is not Valentines Day 365 days a week. It takes a sense of humor, a great deal of diplomacy and tact when the bloom goes off the rose of romance.

A person has to work a little harder to have those Romantic Moments. Appreciation of a loved one and the joy that they bring into your life can make those difficult moments more bearable to endure.

Difficult moments can be job losses; personal losses, physical illness or sometimes a distraction created by a person or obsession.

Like soldiers in the battlefield, there are times when only one person in the marriage is able to administer first aid or has the strength to carry their spouse until they are able to walk again on their own.

Flowers are only the beginning of a courtship. The real gold are the days that you can celebrate being with the best friend that you have in the entire world.

Each of us has taken a turn at these situations. And as the years go by, each chapter of your story together becomes more descriptive and interesting. May all of us be blessed with several chapters in our Book Of Life.


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My dad always gave Mom the 1st buttercup that he found in the spring. I think that meant more to her than flowers from a shop.

-- Posted by KH Gal on Thu, Feb 9, 2012, at 10:36 AM

I've been watching "home" movies my Dad took for the last 5 nights and have a new appreciation for his and Mom's relationship. I don't recall many flower arrangements except dandelions picked from the front yard, or lilacs "stolen" from the bushes down toward airbase road. The "living rose hedge" plants Dad paid $2 a plant for through the mail had little pink flowers, just like wild roses that grow everywhere in Idaho. And they were just as thorny and hard to get rid of.....

BTW, the apartments we remember are in the background in a lot of those movies and were a combination of houses moved in from Anderson Ranch and what looks to be baracks from MHAFB, pre-1953. They were on property owned by Bill Devlin, who also had the old Canyon Theatre.

Happy Valentines Day everyone.

-- Posted by wh67 on Thu, Feb 9, 2012, at 8:52 AM

You do have a great way of putting your thoughts into words...Thanks!

j

-- Posted by jessiemiller on Thu, Feb 9, 2012, at 8:31 AM

Thank you

-- Posted by KH Gal on Thu, Feb 9, 2012, at 7:26 AM

Very Nice Bonnie.

-- Posted by royincaldwell on Thu, Feb 9, 2012, at 5:39 AM


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Fixing fence is the one of the hardest jobs on a ranch. I no longer live on a ranch, but I do know what hard work is. Fences are everyone's concern, but nowadays,the "hole" is always your neighbor's side not your own. It used to be that you would respect your neighbor and mend the fence together. If their cows got in your field, a simple phone call resolved the problem. You might even saddle up your own horse and help them gather them up. We need more people who are willing to roll their sleeves up and fix the fence regardless of who your neighbor is. There are people in this country who need to be reminded that a fence is like the way you should conduct your life. Your posts should be straight and neat. The wire needs to be stretched tight and your gate might be closed, but can still be easily opened. And most of all, we can all saddle up together and ride the range, it won't matter if you have an Appaloosa, Quarter Horse or Thoroughbred. The cows still have to be gathered, fences have to be fixed, and the range is a wide open space of opportunity for us all.
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