Another great celebration of a Christian Martyr turned into a secular moment to eat chocolate and spend money you don’t have. And hold the one you love up to an impossible standard. Will he fulfill all my longings? Will he meet my expectations? Does he love me as much as I deserve to be loved? It is a perfect American Expression of the average dysfunctional, wrong headed, regular relationship that most everyone seems to be either in or looking for these days. Except me, of course. I love Matt with an agape, life giving, self sacrificial, Jesus like love. That’s why I calmly and rationally told him that if he didn’t take me out to dinner he would be miserable for at least three weeks. Twelve years ago I would have waited for him to figure it out. See? Just like Jesus.
And a bible cover.
She wanted it to be red because I have so much red around. Now I have to glue the poor bible. It’s so mushed and beat about.
Oh! And speaking of joy and wonder, Mom! Look what came back into my life!
It had been filled with hydrangeas and was being safely kept by a nice person who loves us both and who handed it back to me on Sunday. And! I didn’t fall and break it as I was walking home in the snow. It’s just as beautiful as ever.