How Do I Love Thee…?

Have you ever been in a predicament in which you’re asked a question to which you SHOULD know the answer, but your mind draws a complete blank? That’s where I was when I looked at this week’s topic: a Valentine’s Day memory. People who know I’m a romance writer seem to think I have a storehouse of romantic experiences to draw on. And I suppose I do. But very few of my romantic memories are connected to the holiday of love.

Elementary school teachers view Valentine’s Day as one of three times when the classroom routine is disrupted by a big party. I remember helping my daughters prepare their Valentines for their classmates and then spending time preparing cutesy little cards and treats for the students I taught. One year I got a brand new student – on Valentine’s Day. I spent my only break that morning frantically cutting out and assembling Valentines for the kids in the class to give him so he wouldn’t feel left out. I wondered whether or not I should bother. But then he pulled two paper bags out of his backpack – one was his lunch, and the other was full of Valentines, all ready to give to twenty-three children he’d never met. I was so glad I’d made the effort.

On the home front, there isn’t much to share. I suppose things were different when we first got married. I remember getting boxes of chocolate. And there were nice dinners for two. But we soon discovered we liked being practical. After all, if we eat too many fancy dinners, there won’t be any funds for my six hundred hobbies! Besides, hubby happens to be a very good cook – when we met, he was working a second job in a restaurant and brought home fabulous meals all the time. So going out to dinner is more of a treat for him than for me.

valentine-flower-bouquet-g42hmkvyOnce hubby ordered flowers and had them delivered to the school where I taught. I remember, because they went through the office, and the principal saw them and decided that maybe he ought to get flowers for his wife, who came to school to give piano lessons. In my music room. When he brought his flowers to her (my hubby’s flowers were displayed on the piano), he murmured to me, “I couldn’t let your husband make me look bad!”

I was about to conclude that my best Valentine memories took place at school – but then I recalled one other time when my hubby came through with flying colors. A few years ago, I was getting ready to go to my friend’s house to make hats (as described in my post on December 15) but I couldn’t find my purse – and then I remembered I’d left it in hubby’s vehicle the previous day. We’d had one of our famous snowstorms, and I’d used his 4WD to get somewhere and forgotten to bring it inside after I got home. Hubby didn’t have a cell phone at that time, so I had to wait until he got back from his weekly “breakfast with the guys” and I sat down to get some other work done. But he didn’t come home at his usual time, and a half hour later I was getting annoyed. Where in the world was he? Didn’t he know I had places to go? The purse was on the passenger seat. Surely he would have seen it. Why hadn’t he brought it in the house before leaving? By the time he pulled into the garage an hour later I’d worked up quite a tantrum and was ready to let him have it – until he walked into the house with a box of candy and a bunch of roses he’d picked up after his breakfast. I’d forgotten all about the fact that it was Valentine’s Day, and he’d stopped to get me flowers and chocolate. My anger deflated quickly, of course.

And then in my twisted logic I railed at him for depriving me of the chance to deliver a perfectly good rant.


About Patricia Kiyono

During her first career, Patricia Kiyono taught elementary music, computer classes, elementary classrooms, and junior high social studies. She now teaches music education at the university level. She lives in southwest Michigan with her husband, not far from her five children, nine grandchildren (so far), and great-granddaughters. Current interests, aside from writing, include sewing, crocheting, scrapbooking, and music. A love of travel and an interest in faraway people inspires her to create stories about different cultures. Check out her sweet historical contemporary romances at her Amazon author page:
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8 Responses to How Do I Love Thee…?

  1. It all sounds wonderful,Patricia.[Denied a perfectly good rant!]
    I think the school memories are the ones that came to mind, and I am glad you made the effort for the new boy, too.
    I used up all of my Valentine stories in previous years. I’m going to have to dig again!


    • Patricia Kiyono says:

      I would imagine that if you’ve been at this for a while you probably have used up your Valentine stories! Although when I told my hubby I was writing this post he grumbled, “I suppose this means I have to come up with something good this year or else I’ll look really bad next year.”


  2. jeff7salter says:

    love the anecdote about the new kid in class, and the principal being shown up.
    Like you, I drew a blank when I read this topic. Maybe I’ll think of something by Hound Day.
    You did a terrific job with yours!


  3. I love how you made all those cards for the new student. I bet he felt really accepted.
    It sounds like you were always busy for Valentine’s Day with being a teacher.
    The bit about your husband stopping to get you flowers and chocolates and denying your “perfectly good rant”, that was great.
    I really enjoyed your post.


    • Patricia Kiyono says:

      Teaching is an adventure, as I’m sure you’re finding out, Angie! And my hubby has received more than his share of perfectly good rants, so he’s far from deprived on that account. Thanks for reading!


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