I'm not going to write you a love song--or a love letter??

I know Valentine's Day is over, but I simply loved this story about George and Barbara Bush and the love letters they have written to each other over the past 60 years. Not to mention seeing a grown man shed a few tears over the woman he loves. Pitter. Patter.

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Every Valentine's Day, Mother's Day, birthday, Christmas, etc. my husband and son ask me what I would like as a gift. I'm not a one for jewelry or extravagant gifts, they mean little to me. I'm a practical kind of girl---give me a cordless drill! {Thank you, Dad}. Okay, so maybe a note or poem isn't so practical...but I AM a girl. I replied with the same answer I give them several times throughout the year, "a note or a poem written by YOU." And then the GROANING begins! ARRGHHH!!

My husband told me this past Valentine's Day that he wrote me THE one poem he will ever have in him, no other poem will ever be written by him for me. It was his one and only shot at poetry and love letter writing. It was written for my 38th birthday. {Let's not talk about his spelling}. It's short, sweet, silly and one of the things I treasure the most in this world. I believe it was written with a crayon...green of course...his favorite color.

When my son was a little boy {he's now 15 and waayyyy to cool to be writing a note to his mother}, he often wrote me the sweetest notes and drew me the cutest pictures {until he hit his military phase}. I have saved every last one of them. This was before he became a teen and I became an idiot. I know...it's a phase. {This is where I stop and wonder how my mother, God bless her soul, made it through the teen years of her four daughters!}

My point to the men of the world is that they could get off so cheap in regard to the cost of buying a gift--not to mention the shopping for the said gift {which I think my men hate almost as much as letter writing} by scratching out a few little lines on a piece of paper. It would take them less than three minutes and bring immense JOY to the women in their lives. Easy peasy! Instead they act like you have asked them to 'Lasso the Moon'.

I write this blog in jest. I know my boys love me. I certainly knew when I married my husband that he was no Yeats, but I think he may have a touch of Silverstein in him.
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One written word is worth a thousand pieces of gold. ~ Japanese proverb