One thing for sure, if you are going to marry a gal named Valentine, you better take St. Valentine’s Day seriously.  I did and I do.

I guess we started dating way back in 1955.  We got married in 1959 and until this year, she could always count on a Valentine’s Day card from me.  Sometimes flowers, sometimes candy or dinner, but always a card.  That is until this year.

In early February, we were traveling in Florida.  By the 7th of February, we were at Disney World.  It was shortly after our arrival that I realized I had no card for Carole.  I started nosing around gift shops and refreshment areas, but there were no St. Valentine’s Day cards.  I spoke to our concierge – no luck (No, I don’t want a post card!).  If parents wanted to spend $500 on  their eight-year-old daughter making her into a princess, no problem.  But try to find a Valentine’s Day card.

I panicked.  I thought about making a card, but my talents don’t run in that direction.  I am more of a stick figure artist.  Would Carole have a card for me?  Oh yes.  She, in her maddeningly efficient way, probably picked it out in early January.

Then, I realized that I write a Christmas poem every year.  Why not write her a St. Valentine’s Day poem?  I did and it solved the problem.  The trick is to write from the heart.  Here is what I wrote:

    It’s Valentine’s Day and I want you to know,
    Having you with me makes everything go.

    You’ve captured my heart, and captured my soul,
    When you’re not close by, I don’t even feel whole.

    So, I love you so much and I just want to say,
    Have a Happy, Happy St. Valentine’s Day.

(This was done by a professional.  Please do not try this at home).


Written by PJ Rice on ricequips.com