HE: Winked at me.
Drew pictures for me in history class.
Went with me for fundraising. He didn’t laugh at me when I told a group that we were going to do a certain thing in “Feptember.”- I guess one of my “Bushisms”
Stirred my peanut butter and syrup.
Carried one end of a twig while I carried the other end. We had a “no touch” rule in our Bible school. I do confess to putting my hand over his while he was holding the steering wheel. Our chaperone was quite liberal.
Left me a chocolate malt at the foot of the stairs.
Took a lecture from the dean because he stood with his arms open wide while I pretended I was going to jump into them. The dean said that did not look proper.
Sat with me on the pig sty.
After about six months, he kissed me. Broke the rules. I was flustered. When he said, “Will you marry me?” I was thinking about the no touch rule, and I thought he said “Are you mad at me?” I said, “Why, no, Sammy.” (This Colorado girl was a bit confused because of his British accent – no r sound!)Suddenly my brain got straightened out and I quickly asked for a little time to think it over.
A couple of days later, he said I had had a little time, and I said, “Yes.”
My love story! My heart breaks for young people these days. Those who never experience the picture drawing, winks, making peanut butter sandwiches, dreaming fairy tale dreams, carry twigs together – all working up to the magic moment when they can hold hands! And finally get a kiss. Then comes love, marriage and the baby carriage.
Well, back to my valentine. To Sammy – to love – the excitement of the initial sparks, the roar of the burning flames, the stirring of sorrow-doused ashes, adding logs to the smoltering coals, the comfort of the glowing embers. And still, I say, “Wonder of wonders, he chose me!”