Happy Valentine's Day

CJ Darlington has asked several Christian novelists for memories of their most memorable Valentine's Day.  You can read them here. 

And here's my story: 

My husband has a boyish sense of humor.  A couple of years ago I woke on Valentine's Day morning to find a single candy heart on my desk--the first place I stagger each morning. I popped it in my mouth and enjoyed it while I was checking my email.  

Upon reaching the kitchen, I found another candy heart on my placemat.  I ate it, too.  And then when I went to the cupboard, I found another one by my vitamin bottle.  You guessed it--I ate it. 

I figured my hubby was Hansel-and-Gretling--leaving me a sweet trail of candy hearts, and somewhere, I'd find the big payoff--the entire bag of candy.  

Imagine my surprise when I opened the trash can and found the rest of the candy hearts, still in their bag, in the trash.  When he came into the kitchen, I pointed at the now-trash-tainted candy and said, "What gives?" 

Turns out that the carefully-selected and strategically placed candy hearts had messages for me . . . messages I couldn't read without my reading glasses.  (He threw the rest in the trash because I am on a perpetual diet.) 

The moral of this story?   When love enters its second decade, it's time to buy candy hearts with large print .  :-) 

Happy Valentine's Day! 

~~Angie