I have a soft spot for Valentine’s Day. We don’t go out to dinner on that date because it seems like restaurants are crowded and like to raise their prices for special menus. But Valentine’s Day 32 years ago was a big day as my sweet husband proposed to me over dinner and a nice bottle of wine. He had cut out a picture of a diamond ring to give me, and also written a poem. It ended something like this:
“Honey bunny don’t leave me in the lurch,
Let’s go do it in the church!”
Who could turn that down?