Remember the Magic...

Remember the Magic...

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Imagine you are living in 1950...

You have been married for about 8 months, and Saint Valentine's Day rolls around.
You are basically still on your honeymoon; even at the ages of 38 and 33, you are rolling in the love of it all.

You have waited, patiently... Many, many years for this day to be yours.

You are living paycheck to paycheck on a dairy farmers wage, and there is no money left over for the little trinkets that you would love to surprise your Sweetheart with... And as yet, there is little commercialism to this holiday.

As it should be, it is a day of sentiment and love...

You have happily accepted this, and reconciled yourself to loving each other.

...A few extra kisses in the morning, and you come downstairs for the coffee before you head outside.

All is still dark in the house, and saving electricity too, you turn on very few lights.

You go downstairs to stoke up the wood/coal furnace so the house will be warm enough to get changed in.

You have that cup of coffee in the kitchen as it begins to get light out.
Wanting to know just how very cold it is, you walk into the living room to see the thermometer on the tree on the front lawn.

Your windows are old, and so many times Jack Frost visits and draws beautiful masterpieces upon your windows.
Combined with the fact that at times you can feel the breeze on the inside of the house, and it is still chilly, the windows on this morning are particularly decorated.

And on this morning, you have trouble seeing through some of them to see the temperature hanging on the outside...

And then you find one that is almost clear...
...perhaps because of the heat register beneath it.

Looking past the 'painted' window pane, you check the temperature...

Then, as you back away from the window, your brain is finally registering what your eyes have just seen...

In its own glory it is almost unbelievable!
A special gift from God, and sent for you both!

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.JJust what did my parents see that morning?

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(Almost surreal, isn't it)?

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And now you know the story of their 1st St. "Valintine's" Day together.

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~You have all seen my current background image~

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The "heart" that my dad had painted for my mom on their second year together...

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.I have found yet another of his paintings... and I believe that this possibly might have been from that same year...

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How many of us have ever gotten flowers to last us throughout our entire lifetime?!?

Mama did!

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If anyone has a more special, true, and unique story than this of the magic of the deepest Faith and Love, I will LOVE to hear it.

We need to take back to the magic of our lives and our love.

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Remembering clearly that Dad would always say he "liked" Mom a whole lot, but that he didn't 'love' her.

When I was old enough to question him on it, I did just that... and his explanation floored me then, as it does even more~so now...

He quietly explained... that from what he saw of what was to pass for 'love' these days, that he wanted NO PART of that. And so he LIKED her more than enough.

I am thinking this was the wisest man I have ever known...

I am also thinking that they were
~(& still are)~
so very happy together!

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Love to ALL of my family and friends !

~Make this day special by claiming your own magic-

XOXO
Anne

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"VALINTINE's" DAY! ~1950~ As Promised...
Originally posted here,
February 14, 2007
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The finished quilt I'd made from some of Mom and Dads Clothes...

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Happy Hearts Day to All!!!

Wednesday February 13, 2008 - 12:46pm (CST