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To My Valentine Why I fell in love with my husband
February 14 2014
My Valentine by A. Y. Stratton
Why I fell in love with my husband:
- He made me laugh. We were matched up at a party, and he spent most of the time drawing pictures on the Etch-a-Sketch.
- We didn’t have a first real date until we’d known each other for a while.
- He didn’t try to kiss me on that first date. Or the second one. I got to thinking we were just friends, friends who made each other laugh.
- When he kissed me, he got my attention.
- While I was on one U.S. coast and he was on the other, he wrote me every day.
- He denies #5. He claims he wrote two or three letters at once and mailed one every day. I think that counts.
- His sister was already a friend of mine. That hurdle was never a hurdle.
- I got hooked on those letters. Of course I saved them. They are in the basement right next to the ones I wrote him. (To our children: do not throw them out or publish them. Keep them in your basement.)
- He never quite got around to asking me to marry him. One night he took me out to dinner and said, (and I quote): “If we get married, who would you choose for your bridesmaids?” I remember exactly where I was sitting. I remember being speechless, a rare event for me. I finally came up with a few names, and he began writing them on the placemat, next to his list of ushers.
- He still makes me laugh.
- He’s the best thing that ever happened to me.