Years ago, PB and I decided to forego giving each other Valentine cards, candy, and flowers. This was a mutual agreement. He didn’t like the pressure of being appropriately romantic and I didn’t like getting the Visa bill in March. However we did not want to be stingy or stodgy, so we came up with a better plan.
When February 14th rolls around, we go to Walmart and peruse the array of Valentine cards. Each of us picks one, shows it to the other, and puts it back on the rack. We might even give each other a little kiss right there in aisle three, and then walk out of the store hand in hand.
This year, I threw a wrench into the system. When cleaning out my desk drawers, I found a lovely red envelope with a brand new card inside. It was a Valentine purchased years ago and never delivered. The message was perfect for PB, so I decided to break protocol.
So we went to Walmart and I hovered close by to make sure he passed up the $10 cards, keeping him in the vicinity of the $1.98 variety.
My only request was that it be written in English.
PB is my funny valentine.
I need his humor.
It does my heart good.
“A cheerful heart is good medicine.”
Proverbs 17:22
a small drop of ink 
So funny! Your sense of humor is hilarious as well! I’m always smiling to myself as I read your blogs. The way you word everything is not just Truth but No expectations. always
Thanks Jenny!
Clark used to go to the store, find the perfect card, pull out a pencil and paper and copy down the words. This is when we were first married and could afford very little. Now he doesn’t go to the store to find the words. He writes his own…on a simple piece of paper. So much better than a gift.
That’s so sweet!