Valentine’s Day lost its meaning for me 9 years ago when my husband of 32 years passed away. He always made it special for me with a box of candy and a new piece of jewelry…or a bouquet of sweet-smelling red carnations. The year after my husband died, my daughter, Lynn, surprised me with a card and planned a special day for us to share. The day meant so much to me. After that, my kids nor I ever did anything special for Valentine’s Day, at least for each other. I tried not to notice all the others as they celebrated. The bible said the Lord is my husband now, and I’m content, but He wouldn’t be sending me any flowers.
My daughter invited me out for lunch and I anticipated spending time with her. I took special pains getting ready for our date, and I dolled up a bit. My hair even turned out well, with plenty of loose, silver curls. I wore my new gray-and-black-print top, a pair of jeans, a rich-black vest, matching earrings, and a silver necklace paired with a shorter black-and silver-necklace—even a 6-tiered silver bracelet. At least I felt better about myself.
We planned to meet at the restaurant at 12:30. Since I hate to be late, I pulled in around 12:15 and sat in the car, waiting. I kept my eyes on the rear-view mirror, watching for her car. Somehow, even then, I missed her. The next time I glanced up I caught sight of her walking behind my Toyota. I opened the door, climbed out and spotted her holding a huge, “Happy Valentine’s Day,” balloon, and a card. Then to my surprise, my son walked around the corner carrying a bouquet of long stemmed red roses and a card. Tears of joy filled my eyes.
“What a surprise,” I said, as I hugged and thanked them both for their gifts.
“Wow! You look nice,” Lynn said, “Are you going someplace afterwards?”
“No, I fixed up to be with you,” I said with a grin.
Trevor, my son, had parked a few rows down. When I pulled in I hadn’t even spotted him.
“I turned off my Find-Friends app,” he said, “in case you searched for me.”
After I placed my roses, the giant balloon, and my cards in the back seat, the three of us headed into the restaurant. Lynn held the door for me. “Go ahead, Mom,” she said.
We all enjoyed appetizers of onion-rings, cauliflower, mushrooms and cheese-sticks, before we ordered our meals. We talked, laughed, shared new apps for our phones, and had a wonderful time together.
So, I ended up being completely surprised. Not only did I enjoy spending time with Lynn and Trevor, but I received a large balloon, cards, and flowers for Valentine’s Day. Furthermore, even though the roses came through my daughter and son, I realized God sent them.