Remember Valentine’s Day in elementary school? We would
gladly hand out Valentine’s cards to everyone in class. Boy, girl, weird
smelling kid with a lip fungus – everyone was endowed with a written sentiment.
On Valentine’s Day, charity abounded and we were all compassionate.
There was one year when cupid paid me a visit, and I was
indeed hit with his arrow. It was fourth grade and her name was Tess Dresher. I
can still recall the day she walked up to me during recess and asked me to “go
with her.” “Sure,” I answered. And those were the last words every exchanged
between Tess and myself. We occasionally sat by each other, and I gave her a
very special Peanuts Valentine’s Day card, but we never did speak, or even make
eye contact. So I guess technically we are still “going together.” Boy is she
going to be mad when she finds out I got married and had seven children. She’ll
want to break up for sure. I’m not looking forward to that conversation.
