by
Melinda Pillsbury-Foster
Valentine
memories come in many kinds. I remember one year when I hired an
actor who offered to provide an unforgettable experience for the one
you love for $100. On the phone we went through the performance he
offered. Bill, the actor, took notes.
I
made a special dinner for my husband and our five children that
night. Dessert was strawberry meringue torts slathered with whipped
cream. We had just started eating these when the actor, Bill, popped
in the unlocked front door. He said he would be dressed like Cupid,
but I had not realized he also was shaped like cupid, round and
chubby. He was wearing a quiver of arrows and holding a bow, dressed
in a modest diaper. He filled the room with song and a sprinkling of
confetti.
Prancing
around our dining room he serenaded my dumb struck husband. Craig
had never been quiet before, but his eyes were riveted on Bill, not
noticing when confetti landed on his face. Cupid's song finished,
Bill unfurled a scroll which I had written, addressed to Craig, my
husband. On one knee he read the poem aloud, with additions of his
own.
Then,
Cupid handed valentines to the kids, ages 23 – 6, and trilling a
final farewell, he vanished.
I
enjoyed every minute of it, still smiling when I remember today.
But
the reality of Valentine's Day is very different and much more
poignant and compelling.
The man who comes down
to us as Saint Valentine was executed for secretly marrying couples
in violation of the Edict of Emperor Claudias the Second in the year
269AD. The ban came from the theory unmarried soldiers fought better
than married soldiers because married soldiers might be afraid of
what could happen to their wives or families if they died..
Valentine performed
marriages for Christians despite the ban. He was caught, imprisoned
and tortured. While in prison he performed miracles which included
returning the sight of a young girl, this resulting in her father,
Asterius' conversion to the Christian faith.
Valentine was sentenced
to a three part execution of a beating, stoning, and finally
decapitation because of his stand for Christian marriage. The last
words he wrote were in a note written to Asterius' daughter, signed,
"from your Valentine."
One day in a year to
fill with memories. Love connects us to each other. Love lavishly
and let your heart speak.
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