One passed me as I entered the grocery store. Head down, clutching a bouquet, he trudged toward the parking lot like a prisoner going before a firing squad. Inside, men of various ages milled around the floral section and frowned over candy displays. One young fellow confidently shifted an armload of pink roses so he could study the Valentine cards, but he was the exception. Most of those guys looked anything but self-assured.
I watched them, hiding my smile as I remembered my husband’s early attempts to please me on Valentine’s Day. I can still see him clutching a vase of red roses as he strode through a sea of women toward my cubby at work.
His expression was so hopeful that I made over those beautiful flowers. But I’d like to believe I would have raved even if they’d been half dead.
I’d like to believe that the women those men labored to please today will respond like their gifts are absolutely PERFECT.
If they knew how hard their sweethearts worked at choosing them, they would.
However, if the truth be told, some of those women won’t be able to hide their disappointment.
Expectations can trip us up—even make us behave less admirably than we should.
Make us forget how loved we really are.
You know. You had your eye on that diamond drop—even hinted at it, but he produced a pearl pendant instead. You forced a smile and hoped he wouldn’t see your disappointment.
Maybe you forgot there wasn’t room in the budget for diamonds.
That actually happened early in our marriage. Afterwards, we discussed how we couldn’t afford diamonds.
It still makes me blush.
But it was a turning point. I’m happy to say I’ve learned that my husband is the kind of man who’s more comfortable buying me a card and a giant Dove or Hershey bar than shopping for diamonds.
You know something?
I love chocolate. The more, the better.
These days, I shop for my own diamonds.
That’s because he’s busy renovating my bathroom.
Or building a Little Free Library.
Or enlarging a window in our kitchen.
Or the absolutely most romantic thing of all—writing me a love note on the lawn with grass seed. (It made my stoic friend cry.)
That’s the kind of love I wish for you.
Of course, a bouquet is always nice, too. I’ve been known to buy my own.
Happy Valentines Day!
Now hope does not disappoint, because the love of God
has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us.