And How Was Your Valentine’s Day?

What can I say, I’m a romantic at heart and love being wined and dined by my dearly beloved husband. flamingo-600205_640This year for Valentine’s Day, he made dinner reservations months ago at our favorite Spanish tapas restaurant we enjoy on our half way stop to or from Florida. All is going well, we’re making great time on the highway, and check into our hotel for the evening. Somewhere between receiving the room key (well, actually, they’re no longer keys these days, but rather a piece of plastic that looks like a credit card) and unloading the luggage, my dearly beloved became violently ill. Since the gift of mercy hovers at the bottom of my spiritual gifts inventory, I took a cursory glance at him, grabbed him some Pepto-Bismol, and finished reading my novel. As the clock is ticking, I realized he was still prone on the bed. It is now dawning on me that I was hungry and he wasn’t going anywhere. After canceling the dinner reservation, I ordered a nice “to go” dinner from the restaurant across the street and ate it alone at the desk/work station in our hotel room, thankful for all that constitutes the love between a husband and a wife. “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud … It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” (1 Corinthians 13:4, 7, NIV)

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