I love Valentines Day stories. Let me share mine.
I remember a very poignant Valentine’s Day dinner. About seven years ago my husband and I had just driven from Michigan to Palo Alto, California to leave our daughter to live with my mother for a few months. Things were hectic that day so my husband and I just decided to grab a quick bite of dinner at a neighborhood cafe.
Waiting for our table in a small neighborhood bistro, we shared a bench with an elderly Chinese lady also anticipating to be seated. No more than ninety-two pounds, I noticed she had a detached air about her. Her black hair had wisps that scattered across a forehead as thin as parchment. Making conversation, we asked if she was expecting someone. A melancholy look passed her face as she told us, no, her husband had died a year ago and she now lived with her daughter’s family. Her daughter, a doctor worked late so she decided to come to the restaurant to have dinner. My husband, John, and I commented on how alone she seemed on the day designated for lovers.
When we finished the meal, John motioned to the waiter to come to our table. He pointed discreetly to the frail woman sitting at a small table up against the wall and whispered, “Please add her check to ours.”
What a pleasure for me to savor how surprised this little widow lady would be when when she realized her bill had been paid. That night I felt proud he was not only my Valentine but made another lady’s Valentine’s Day a little less lonely. I know he’d kill me if he knew I‘d posted this because he never makes a big deal out of his big-hearted actions, but more than a large box of chocolates or a shiny pair of earrings, his kind gesture really made my day.
Do you have a Valentines Day story? I’d love for you to share it.