A Perfect Valentine’s Day Date
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. I was curled up in bed taking a pleasant nap. Then the phone rang. It wasn’t a number I recognized. As I said hello, and older woman on the phone told me that her name was Betty and I had signed up to drive her to church on Sunday morning.
Crap, I thought to myself. I volunteered to help drive people to church. I received the email several weeks ago with the dates I was supposed to drive – but I never opened it. I was partially bothered at the call because I had not planned on going to church on Sunday because of something else I had planned. But as I pouted (in my mind) I continued to listen to Ms. Betty talk about how she doesn’t drive, and how she’ll be 89 in April and how she’s just so thankful that I will be able to drive her to church tomorrow. I told her I would be proud to drive her to church and took down her address. Then, I looked through my emails and saw “February 14, Michelle Yeager, Betty” Uggh.
I woke up earlier than normal in order drive to her house, still a little perturbed. On the way, I decided to make the most of it and stop by Whole Foods where they had some beautiful flowers for sale. As I pulled up to her house, she was already waiting outside. I told Ms. Betty she’d have to turn around because I had some tulips for her for Valentine’s Day. Her face beamed so bright. You would have thought she won the lottery. She told me how precious I was and we went inside to find a vase.
On the drive to church, Ms. Betty told me that she was one of the founding members of my church. (I was born and raised in my church so I’ve been there over 30 years). She told me these amazing stories of when they met at the St. Matthews Women’s Club with the idea of forming a church and the different fundraisers they had. I became mesmerized by her stories! She told me past stories of parishioners that I have grown to know and love.
As we pulled into the church she asked if I would mind if we sat together. I told her of course. As we walked toward the sanctuary, we both spoke to people we know. Ms. Betty bragged about me and I told people we were on a Valentine’s date. After the service I drove her home and she wanted to spend more time talking to me. She reflected on how grateful she was that I thought of her and spent time with her. Although I couldn’t stay long (since I did have a real Valentine’s Day date later that day) she made my Valentine’s Day more meaningful than I ever would have imagined.
*On a side note – The Frankie Beverly/Maze and After 7 Concert was off the chain! People were standing up and dancing in their seats on the main floor and in the balcony. It was an old school party within a concert. (Now, some people shook a little more than they should have, but I won’t mention any names). And, I’m sure I’m not the only one that walked out of the concert suddenly realizing that I had to work the next morning – thank goodness for snow days!
M.Y. February 2010
“Confession of Love”
“I know you’re trying to figure out what in the world possessed me to write this letter, right? Well I’ve been sitting around for the past several weeks thinking of a number of things, number one of which has been me. I guess you could say I’ve been taking a good hard look at myself. The surprising thing that I’ve discovered about myself is that I’ve been a somewhat destructive individual over the past 29 years. Destructive in the sense that I’ve always looked out for (me) – and as a result, I’ve hurt a number of individuals who have been very dear to me. I’ve also discovered that I am in love with you. I know that latter statement comes as a shock to you. However, that was the manner in which it was intended. I know you’re wondering why I’ve chosen this particular method and tell you this- it’s quite simple.
You see-I fear being rejected, so therefore if I start anew the pain may not be as great as it would if I were to go all out and try to win you over. During the past several weeks I’ve been tempted to call you a number of times. However, I always backed down. This letter has been in the works for a number of weeks. However, tonight I decided to go ahead and let you know how I felt. I’ve shocked you once so let me do it again. I would marry you tomorrow if you felt I was worthy of you. I do not say this jokingly. If you think back several years ago, I’m sure that you will discern that I never used the words ‘love’ or ‘marriage’ in any of our conversations, and in order for me to use these words has taken a great deal of soul searching on my part. I know I’ve caused you to begin to think of yourself in the future. I ask that you also think of me in the process. ” Love, Steve
*This is a love letter that I found in my house from my father to my mother written in 1971. They met in college while attending Tuskegee University (class of ’64). They did not date during undergrad. My mother went back several years after graduation to visit her younger brother who was a student at Tuskegee. My father was over the dorms where my uncle lived and during a visit my parents became reacquainted and began a long distance relationship. At the time the letter was written, my parents were not together, but my father realized he almost let a good thing get away! Happy Valentine’s Day!!!
M.Y. February 2008