A Cautionary Tale
My husband and I had been married for almost twenty years on this particular Valentine’s day, We usually celebrate by exchanging cards and candy. We don’t go out to dinner or give elaborate gifts. After twenty years of marriage we know it is the little things in life that show someone you love them. Things like taking out the garbage without having to be asked, baking one’s favorite cookie, or letting the other sleep in on occasion. Those things to us, show that the other one cares far more than any tangible gift could show.I have kidded him though, for years that ONE DAY I would get jewelry for Valentine’s.
On this particular evening we had been invited to a party with our Sunday School class and were looking forward to being with friends. I made my famous chocolate kahlua cake, a beautiful chocolate bundt cake with an amazing chocolate glaze and toasted almonds. We enjoyed an evening of fellowship and fun and the party began to wind down. Our host has been in a wheelchair for a number of years and has a wheelchair ramp leading out his back door. I have been to this friend’s home on numerous occasions and know the ramp is there. As I exited the home I managed to trip and fall off the wheelchair ramp. I landed face down on the concrete porch.Much to the horror of our friends I got up with blood pouring from my face. In addition to the bloody and busted nose I had a very large goose egg on my forehead. My husband took me straight to the emergency room. As we sat there waiting on the results of the x-rays, it dawned on me,. I had received jewelry on Valentine’s Day. There on my wrist was a white plastic bracelet with my name and the date 2/14/04 neatly typed on it. My broken nose healed and my blackened eyes went away, but I kept the plastic bracelet as a reminder to be careful for what I wish for.