CJ Darlington has asked several Christian novelists for memories of their most memorable Valentine’s Day. You can read them here.
And here’s my story:
My husband has a boyish sense of humor. A couple of years ago I woke on Valentine’s Day morning to find a single candy heart on my desk–the first place I stagger each morning. I popped it in my mouth and enjoyed it while I was checking my email.Upon reaching the kitchen, I found another candy heart on my placemat. I ate it, too. And then when I went to the cupboard, I found another one by my vitamin bottle. You guessed it–I ate it.I figured my hubby was Hansel-and-Gretling–leaving me a sweet trail of candy hearts, and somewhere, I’d find the big payoff–the entire bag of candy.Imagine my surprise when I opened the trash can and found the rest of the candy hearts, still in their bag, in the trash. When he came into the kitchen, I pointed at the now-trash-tainted candy and said, “What gives?”Turns out that the carefully-selected and strategically placed candy hearts had messages for me . . . messages I couldn’t read without my reading glasses. (He threw the rest in the trash because I am on a perpetual diet.)The moral of this story? When love enters its second decade, it’s time to buy candy hearts with large print . 🙂Happy Valentine’s Day!~~Angie