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The Day of Lovers on February 14th refers to Saint Valentine, but there were several early Christian saints with the same name.
Tag: <span>Valentine’s Day</span>
The other night I watched him doze off in his chair. My husband looked tired – work had been crazy lately, and a lot had been going on in our private lives as well. My friend, my partner, my lover is getting old right beside me.
We did it all, and we didn’t do too bad for a couple that doesn’t think too highly about Valentine’s Day to begin with. Just like so many, we are fully aware that chocolates or flowers are no assurance for everlasting love, still, we celebrated it like everybody else, perhaps sometimes a bit differently.
Imagine everybody would be an organ donor right from the start, with birth. Of course, people could still opt-out at any time. Just a short trip to city hall and you would be registered as a none-organ donor. Also, of course, family members would have the right to revoke your consent, or should I say BIRTHRIGHT, after a loved one died.
If you have a Meetup group with a bunch of women over 50+, not all of them are happily married or in a relationship. At a wine tasting last summer, the subject DATING came up and the stories and anecdotes the ladies shared with us, had us roaring with laughter. (Also, it made me hug my husband tight when I came home.)
We cherished the cheap romance novels like they were pure gold. We were not allowed to read them in boarding school, so we hid them from the eyes of the nuns. Our imagination run wild, we too would marry a prince one day, and all of us would live happily ever after.
Love is like a puppy.
Love makes messes.
Love leaves you little surprises here and there
and needs cleaning up after.
Sometimes you just want to get love fixed.
Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper
and swat love on the nose,
not so much to cause pain,
just to let love know ‘Don’t you ever do that again!’
