Jabez Farm: Menu Monday~The Valentine's Day Edition

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!

Once upon a time, during a rather balmy month of September, there was a 19 year old girl who fell in love with a 20 year old boy. 2 weeks after they declared their love for each other, he proposed on a windy beach at sunset. Surprisingly, or not, if you know the girl, she screamed a rather enthusiastic "Yes!" before throwing herself at him and knocking him into the sand. The boy wanted to marry the girl right then and there, but knew if he didn't ask her daddy, there would probably be bloodshed, and wouldn't that be a shame on such a happy day? The father of the young girl warned the boy that "you don't really know her", but the boy paid no heed to the warning and declared their marriage would take place in October.

Now, as every girl knows, the colors are just all wrong for the month of October. Especially if the girl dreams in the color pink. October is clearly a brown, orange and red kind of month, which oddly enough, is the now grown girls' favorite color scheme. But I digress...

After a resounding "No!", the boy tried again with a new date, one that was a little further out than he had anticipated, but still within a reasonable amount of time for an anxious groom-to-be. November would now be the month of wedding bliss, he declared.

Silly boy. How could the girl possibly diet enough to fit into a wedding dress that would have to be the prerequisite one size too small, during the best eating month of the year?

Back to the drawing table they went, throwing out the months of December (too busy), and January (the guests would be too broke from Christmas, therefore unable to afford the good gifts), before settling on February 14, 1987. It just so happened to fall on a Saturday, and the church was available.

It was a sign.

24 years, 9 children, 3 sons-in-law and (almost) 4 grandchildren later, the girl and the boy can say...

...and they are living happily ever after.

Happy Anniversary to the man who still makes my heart sing, toes curl, and stomach do flip-flops.

(And all that other mushy stuff too!)