My Little Valentines, and a Word from the Wise

Happy Valentine's Day from Veralana Photography! As you probably know from now, I usually let the images do the talking on this blog, since I'm not the most eloquent of writers. But today I will share a little insight I received from my octogenarian grandfather in response to my Valentine's card.

“SHE’S STILL MY VALENTINE”
Charles J. Adams Jr.

Last year my wife sent me a Valentine’s Day card. It said BE MY VALENTINE...”guess who, and you better.”
Every man should have a wife. Preferably his own. I sent mine a card also. My card said, “ROSES ARE RED, VIOLETS ARE BLUE. SUGAR IS SWEET, I AM TOO!”
I married her for her looks, but not those that she sometimes gives me. But I really love being married. It’s great to find that special sweetheart you want to annoy the rest of your life.
I read somewhere; “Man is incomplete until he is married.” Then he is finished? Some wives are very clever. They know just how to give their husbands “their own way.”
That’s why I can make my wife do anything she wants to do.
Deep feeling of affection is the beneficial judgment of deficient judgment and insanity of the shrewd. HUH?
O.K., simply put; “Love is the wisdom of the fool, and the folly of the wise.”
How about the wisdom of the wise? Here’s an uncommon degree of common sense. My wife knows how much I love chocolate candy.
Last Valentine’s Day she gave me a five pound heart shaped box of fine chocolates. It only took me one day to “eat my heart out.”
By the time I got to the bottom of the box I could hardly lift my bottom.
When you are young, single and foolish, Valentine’s Day is a day of love and kisses, a day of tenderness and romance.
My ever-lovin’ and I have been married almost 65 years. February 14th is nothing more than the day after February the 13th. She did say, “There is so little difference in husbands that I’ve decided to keep you around for a while yet.”
My wife keeps telling me that she has given me the best years of her life. She is 100% right, so instead of a Valentine card, I decided to send her a receipt.
Women talk about “Women’s Lib.”
When it’s all said and done, around our house I have always had the last word. It’s “Yes Dear.”
Just think, if it wasn’t for marriage, we guys would go through life thinking we had no faults at all.
Why would wives want equality with men? Wouldn’t that be a step down? Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with their bald heads held high and their beer guts held low, and think they are God’s gift to the opposite sex.
There was time that my wife’s special Valentine’s Day meals would melt in my mouth. Now she defrosts them first. If you never loved them, you never lived.
What started this business of sending out affectionate greeting cards on February 14th?
St. Valentine was a Christian priest that lived in Rome, Italy way back in the third century A.D. He was made a martyr because of his self-denying devotion to his faith.
A feast was kept on the anniversary of his death on February 14th. Legend tells us that while he was in prison he managed to send out “Remember Your Valentine,” and “I Love You” missives to assure his loved ones that he was O.K.
Today because of him we get extra points for the slightest act of thoughtfulness on his day. At our age that’s as good as it gets. Back when I was courting my Valentine, I remember how I’d whisper sweet nothings in her ear and she’d whisper, “Nothing doing.”
Almost six and a half decades later. When my ever-loving wife says remembering Valentine’s Day is no big deal, you can bet it’s a big deal. NOTHING HAS CHANGED!
Conclusion: This is where I got tired of thinking.