It was our first Valentine’s Day as a married couple. We had no money and my husband was laid off
from his job that winter. Our only income was his small unemployment check, but occasionally my he was
able to pick up a little extra money plowing snow.
That winter we had a lot of snow. On the
eve of Valentine’s Day there had been a heavy snowfall so my husband had been out all Valentine’s Day plowing. I worked that day making a special dinner, his favorite cake, and creating a Valentine card. The dinner was in the oven, done, ready to eat, but no husband. I turned the oven down and waited and waited, but still no husband.
That winter we had a lot of snow. On the
eve of Valentine’s Day there had been a heavy snowfall so my husband had been out all Valentine’s Day plowing. I worked that day making a special dinner, his favorite cake, and creating a Valentine card. The dinner was in the oven, done, ready to eat, but no husband. I turned the oven down and waited and waited, but still no husband.
Finally, I decided to eat by myself. I put the leftovers away, watched TV, and began to worry. Maybe there had been a terrible accident. Did he remember it was Valentine’s Day? Was
he celebrating somewhere without me? I fluctuated between worried and angry.
About nine that evening I heard a car pull up outside and minutes later a wet, cold, snow-covered man walked through the door. There were ice crystals on his eyebrows and eyelashes and he was so tired that
About nine that evening I heard a car pull up outside and minutes later a wet, cold, snow-covered man walked through the door. There were ice crystals on his eyebrows and eyelashes and he was so tired that