I'm preparing for my annual Saint Valentine's Day celebration- the 25th! I hosted my first one when I was a young thing of 21.
I was dating my college boyfriend at the time.
Both sets of parents were expecting an engagement announcement.
Only Greg and I knew that there was a ring tucked in my dresser drawer.
He asked, I said not yet. Which turned in to no when he married his neighbor (it wasn't that simple, but twenty-five years later that is the best way to tell it). I have to stop myself from staring at his wife's wedding ring.
I've mentioned before that I'm not the best housekeeper in the land. I'm not dirty, but I sure am messy. Piles of books, papers and notepads are strewn everywhere. I think I've almost got it under control.
And candlelight is very forgiving.