Thirty-three years ago, I pledged to love my husband for better or for worse, in sickness and in health. We had great dreams of how we’d spend our later years together, never knowing those years would fall into the sickness and worse category of our vows.
My husband, Ron, is suffering from COPD and has developed congestive heart failure. In the last few weeks, my heart has been hurting watching his health seriously decline. He is unable to even walk from his recliner to the bathroom without being seriously short of breath.
But when I look at him, I see the man I love, the man who makes me complete…the other half of my heart. The years may have changed us on the exterior, and even now in declining health, but inside we are still the same two souls God brought together many years ago.
A few days ago, at breakfast, he looked at me with sad eyes and said, “There’s something I need to talk to you about.”
Fearing what he would say, I held back tears and told him I was listening.
“I’m afraid I won’t be well enough to go out and shop for a valentine for you.”
I hugged him close and said, “We don’t need paper valentines to let each other know our love. Love is so much more than that. We live our love every day, every minute. I don’t need a card to show me how much you love me.”
He wiped tears, and said, “Thank you for understanding. I was so worried about that.”
Actually, we haven’t exchanged valentines for several years, but he doesn’t remember that. Three years ago, he made me the valentine that I will cherish forever. I keep it on the refrigerator because I love to look at it every day.
Truly, love is not wrapped up in a store bought valentine card. It is an action word, conveyed in our daily lives…and in the making of the most special card I have ever received.