My little Valentine

She said she had another date lined up, but now he couldn’t make it.

So I mustered the courage at the last minute and asked if she wouldn’t mind having Valentine’s day dinner with me.  I’m single.  She’s single.  Neither of us had plans or any love interest on nearby horizons, so when she jumped at my invitation,  I knew we were liable to be a great match.

Though a  little shorter and older than my usual type, knowing she was available, I couldn’t pass up the chance to spend the evening with this beautiful woman.  As it turned out, we ended up spending the entire day together.  I came by with a morning flower and we sipped fancy coffee together. I’d also brought some authentic German pastries. She had a beautiful smile, even with the crumbs.

We talked through a few cups about so many things while the time passed, and we shared so much of what we had in common.  Her eyes were soft, her home immaculate, and her colorful walls were full of life, love and memories past.  Particularly fond of her stories of family and friends, she made us laugh and cry at the same time. She was a wealth of remembrances and nostalgia wrapped up in a pretty little Valentine’s dress for the occasion.

The day wore on into afternoon and I helped her with some things she hadn’t reached nor repaired in some time.  She hadn’t had a man around the house for a few years now and I tried to show off a little by doing chores she couldn’t and getting dirty for tasks she wouldn’t.  I rather enjoyed impressing her and she was every shade of thankful.  I love that in a woman.

In the car, I’d placed the wrapped box of her favorite See’s candy on her seat as a surprise, and her appreciation was absolutely glowing.  Given the month and the day, neither of us seemed very alarmed at the love and care we obviously had for one another.  Admittedly, the holiday was a little awkward for both of us in our own ways, but throwing caution to the wind, we warmed up to the idea.  I kissed her cheek.

I’d chosen a nearby restaurant where we ate by candlelight and talked and laughed about all the other couples in the room.  We watched one young couple get engaged right there and we both cried a little at the sight.  I love that in her..

So, with a dreamy Valentine’s Day coming to a close, I drove her home and walked her to her door where we promised we’d see each other again. And I hugged her. And I kissed her on the cheek again.

And as she walked in and turned out the light, I said “I had a wonderful time.  I’m sorry he couldn’t make it. I miss him too, but I’m glad I could spend this day with you, Mom.”

She smiled. “Me too, Donnie. Thanks and Happy Valentine’s Day. Drive home carefully.”