I grew up in a deeply religious household that didn’t allow candy at Easter. In fact, we didn’t call it Easter, we called it Resurrection Sunday. To make up for it, my Daddy was good about making sure we got candy on Valentine’s Day. It was always Jelly Belly Jelly Beans. Except the one year it wasn’t and I was so crushed he went out and bought me Jelly Beans the next day. I would climb up into the top most part of my closet and pretend to be far far away–wishing for Spring I suppose–eating my Jelly Beans in the silence that was so hard to find in my house. I would save all the Watermelon flavored ones for last. It was my tradition: and I like tradition, what can I say?
And that tradition of candy on Valentines has continued in our little family of three. We call Easter just Easter, but it’s still a religious holiday not associated with candy for us. And while we didn’t go overboard with the sugar this year (can we say diet??) we’re all trying to be sweet in our own ways. IZ brought home champagne which will be put to good use later. No more needs to be said about that! Boy Wonder made me a handmade card that reads:
Dear Wende,
You’re probably the best mom a kid could have, that’s why I love you so much! Happy Valentine’s Day!
Love,
Boy Wonder
That made me smile until my cheeks ached. He thought “Wende” sounded more formal, and as it was a formal declaration of his love, I wasn’t addressed as mom. Somehow, that makes it even more special. And, no, I don’t need a holiday to be told I’m loved. But, it’s nice, none the less. Don’t you think?
And me? Well, I passed out small chocolates and sugar hearts and lots of gushy words enveloped in pink and red paper. They know I love them. But it’s nice to tell them on this cold day in February. It makes Winter seem shorter and Spring so much less a dream.
I hope that however you celebrate this day, you are with a loved one. I hope that you are finding ways to say “I love you” that are special and uniquely yours. I’ve had the privilege of calling IZ my Valentine for almost 20 years. We started young! And you know, it never gets old. And so, I offer this love story. After the jump is my first memory of meeting IZ and a Valentine of sorts for him. . . and you.
For IZ:
You walked in. Late, dressed in a two-piece suit. Brown tweed. Tall. So tall and lean and blond. Every strand in place.
A sharp elbow nudges me. I smile, nod, acknowledge that: yes, I saw you walking in the door. The elbow nudger muses, “He’s cute!
“Mama! I have a boyfriend,†I whisper back, trying not to draw the attention of my father sitting two seats down from me. It’s my aim in life these days to avoid that beady-eye stare he is so famous for. Not here and not now; this is the Sunday service, after-all.
I watch your family find their seats. You and your father stand like perfect bookends to your immaculately dressed mother. I’m trying to remember the last time someone wore a hat to service and I’m fairly certain I’ve never seen anyone your age wearing a suit. I’m not the only one watching your family.
Another nudge.
“What!†rolling my eyes.
“He’s really cute!†she says again.
“He’s BLOND. I don’t date blonds, mother!†I say a little too loudly. People shuffle in their seats in front of me, giggling.
“Never-the-less,†she continues, “You will go and greet him after the service has concluded.†My father leans over and gives us both the look. Good, she can bear his disapproval for once.
What has occurred to my mother is now beginning to be born in the imaginations of the rest of the congregation. The Sound of Music is swelling in their collective consciences—“you are sixteen, going on seventeen…†You are to play Rolf to my Liesl.
Under the piercing glare of my mother and amused glances of the old ladies in the congregation, I make my way to extend a peace offering. Not so much for you as to pacify them. There is no reason to add “inhospitable†to the ever-expanding list of my character defects.
“Hi, my name is Wende…†I begin my welcome announcement, sticking out my hand to shake yours. You take my hand and strangely, you don’t let go. Is that my sweaty palm or yours? Even stranger still, you say nothing while I invite you to youth group this evening. No words, no sounds, just you looking too deeply into my eyes.
“He’d be happy to attend,†your mother finally answers for you.
“Ok, then…†I blush as I leave, “Nice meeting you.â€
I can see them watching me, all these old ladies who have known me since I was a second grader. I can hear their minds turning. “Oh the possibilities,†they are thinking. From the looks on their faces they are as equally impressed by your visage as my mother. I can hear the whispers before they begin and there will be no fighting the rumor mill once it starts. It’s as if they have had a simultaneous vision of the future. The clouds parted, sunlight spilled out, and shimmering before them was a vision of our joined destiny. Lord knows they are hard at work already petitioning the gates of Heaven to make it so.
“Are you happy now?†I ask my mother on our way out of the building.
“Yes,†she says with a smile creeping into her voice.
“I do have a boyfriend, you know.†I’m not giving up so easily.
“Yes,†she answers with certainty, “I know.â€
Ok, that was a nice prelude, but you’ve left me wanting more. I would love to read more of the early chapters of this love story… Happy Valentine’s Day!
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You’re sweet! I hope you had a great Valentine’s! ~W
I am so totally in suspense!! What happens next??? why was IZ in your little corner of the world??? I obviously know the ending, but don’t leave me hanging, girlfriend…
Happy Valentines Day from my house to yours!
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I guess I’ll have to work on these things! Happy Valentine’s Day. ~W
The reason I couldn’t let go – it was love at first sight and I knew in that moment that you were the one for me. I couldn’t help it. It was as if the Universe declared it as a loud voice and I couldn’t help but succumb. Everything that has happened between then and now only confirms it. If ever there was a match made in heaven for me – you are the one.
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Took me long enough to figure it out, eh? I love you, sweetie. Happy Valentine’s Day!! ~W
I LOVE love! The story of you meeting IZ is great! I especially love the Sound Of Music reference. 🙂
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Oh, thank you. And thanks for the comment… welcome. I hope you’ll comment often. 😀 ~W
Oh My Gosh! How sweet. You two are so lucky to have each other. I’m lucky to have the man of my dreams too. It makes me sad for those who don’t. Thanks for the wonderful love story. 🙂
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Thank you… I appreciate the feedback. I’m sorry I missed this comment earlier—somehow I saw your name in the other comment and thought I’d got to this. I’m a little spacey these days! ~W Â
What a lovely story! I’m with Margo and Paula, I want to know more! Hope you had a happy Valentine’s Day!
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I did have a great Valentine’s Day. I hope your sweetie was nice to you. 😉 ~W
Aww… I love how this story first began to unfold… I want to hear more too. 🙂
p.s. I’m so glad this dreary weather is getting out of the way for tomorrow!
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Oh, it would be nice to not have the rain tomorrow. As it stands, I’m going to get drenched cleaning out my car!! 😀 I’m so excited, though! ~W
Awww – you’re making me all misty!
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Oh! I’m sorry. :D You should have a Bag Bag in your mail by tomorrow! ~W
Your husband writes such wonderful comments on your blog; mine doesn’t even know how to get to the internet. That’s probably best in our case! Those candies look good, and I love your story about how you met. I have never told my story in my blog. It’s a little bit embarrassing, and MAY show me in a bad light. Hmmm….
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Um, there will be nothing but PRAISE for Mr. Stargazer after his gallant behavior at Valentines, missy! :DÂ ~W
That’s really sweet. And, like everyone else, I want to hear more! Happy, um, Thursday 🙂
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I guess I’ll have to work on the rest of it! And… if I wait a few hours I can wish you a happy Friday. ~W
Wow, what a great story! I was right there in that pew, listening in. It sounds like an absolute fairytale, but it’s real…amazing!!! 🙂
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It is a little fairytale like. We used to be youth directors before having our son–and boy was that an issue. Talk about the “do as I say, not as I did!” situation. Heh. Most marriages that start this young don’t last. I don’t believe there is a magic pill or “solution” to making it work. I think it just did in our case (with lots of hard work!). ~W
Oh dear, I’m late! But I love the story. How old were you? How long before you tied the knot? I need answers!
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You’re fashionably late! Which is good! Would you believe I was 16 and he was 15? We didn’t date in high school, but became best friends. It wasn’t until I ran off to college that I realized I was hopelessly in love with him…and well, that’s another story. ~W