Valentine’s Day: The Flame Still Burns!
Today is Valentine’s Day (in case any of my readers needed a reminder), so my blog topic has already been determined. There’s no getting around it. Not that I have any desire to avoid it. Far from it.
Although it’s been nearly 40 years since my forever valentine and I first met and ultimately celebrated our first Valentine’s Day together, the flame still burns as brightly as ever, even if the kinds of things we do to celebrate the day might have changed. (Four children, six grandchildren, and that thing called aging have a way of doing that.)
We taught together for two years before the children started arriving, and she willingly put her own career on hold until all four of them were out of high school and two of them had graduated college. For thirteen of those years, she homeschooled the girls. (The fact that all of the girls are now college grads and in successful careers attests to the quality of her motherly instruction.) Then she reentered teaching, jumping in right where she had left off without missing a beat. (I never remember having a first- or second-grade teacher who was nearly so pretty and fun as she. All of my elementary teachers were old, ugly, and mean.)
Solomon declared, “Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing” (Pro. 18:22). He also said, “A prudent wife is from the Lord” (19:14). He spoke truth and wisdom. And such have I found my Valentine to be, a good gift from the Lord. She makes it easy to follow Solomon’s other command: “Rejoice with the wife of thy youth” (5:18).
Happy Valentine’s Day, Connie!