I fell head over heels in love with my beloved Mr. T in grade nine. Grade nine? Well, it was the end of grade nine. I wasn't old enough to date. We had to wait until I was 16 which was 9 months away. We met in grade nine English class. Our teacher was involved in a vehicle accident and we were left in a rather unruly class and a substitute teacher. We had plenty of time to visit, and so it began. Terry was unbelievably shy, I was not. I invited him to eat lunch with me and my girl friends on the soccer field, he came and ate lunch with us every day after that (with out another invite). That summer he rode his bicycle 10 miles to see me and we talked on the phone. The next spring when I turned 16 he invited me to go see "The Sting.
We continued to date through the rest of high school. After High School we got engaged and we married. Quite simple. Not always a breeze but never regretted. A good marriage takes a bit of effort.
One summer early in our marriage we were camping and we shared a Popsicle. Later I came back to the tent and saw this little sign hanging on the tent door. He made the little sign with a piece of broken glass and the sunshine. He thought I would like it. I loved it. I think it was maybe the most romantic sweet thing he ever made me. (The embroidered heart was my grandmother's pin holder)
I know we have something very special . . .not perfect, but special. We will continue to work to make our marriage better. I wish you all a Happy Valentines Day my friends. I sincerly hope that you are shown love today. "This is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth and of insight." Philippians 1:9