(Actual wedding hands, circa mid-eighties)
Hopefully everybody filled their tanks yesterday with flowers, food, chocolate and lovin'. It seems that for many it is the only day of the year that it becomes a priority. Especially to the guys at Safeway at 6:30pm trying to decide whether the remaining mums or the potted plants scream "I love you and bought these on purpose" best.
My wife, my Eternal Companion (my EC for short) has been mine for more than half of my life now. We are now into the majority phase. By contrast, the pre-EC days seem to fade further away from memory, until I can hardly imagine life without her. Nor do I want to.
My EC carries a much bigger burden than she even knows. She is my motivation for getting through this life and into the next. I cannot imagine an eternity without her next to me, and that drives me to do what is right. Yes, I love God, and desire to return to Him, but my daily reminder of what is gloriously possible is currently asleep in the next room. Not snoring.
Last night a dear friend of mine passed away, leaving behind his lovely wife. On Valentine's Day. I don't know how I would feel about that. My heart aches for her. As I visited with him Sunday, he showed no fear of moving into the next world. He was well-equipped and fearless. Yet the potential separation from his wife and children caused the tears to flow. I cannot fathom.
So, chocolate strawberries and roses are fine once a year, but the true measure of the love is shown daily. The tone of voice, the help around the house, the trips to the temple, leading the family, the kisses without expectation, the "I love you's" all last longer than yesterday's goodies.
Time is precious. And fleeting.