That year began as most years had done in the past. Well wishes from New Year revelers, the kids returned to school and my husband and I went back to the business of making furniture. Life was good. Business? Not as good as it should have been, but we managed.
February arrived without much fanfare but the anticipation of an intimate Valentine's Day celebration lingered woefully on my mind. Ever since we had gotten married, Valentine's Day signified our "special" day. As you already know, it was the day I had been smart enough to finally say yes. (if you missed the first "installment" of Vintage Valentines & Vittles, you can catch up here:)
I finally decided on Fondue! A French Almond Custard Fondue right out of Betty Crocker's recipe file.
Happy Valentine's Day
He, on the other hand, had plans of his own. A broiled mustard glazed porterhouse steak, that was huge by the way, a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and a present.
Yes, it's a puzzle:) The most romantic puzzle I have ever laid my eyes upon. How? When he found the time to put all those tiny pieces together without me ever knowing, I'll never know. I did ask him, more than once actually, but he would never tell. I know for a fact that he did it all on his own because none of the kids knew about it and, well, you'll see...
If you have ever done a puzzle, you know the amount of time and patience it takes. And this puzzle is pretty big too. It measures about 3 feet by 2 feet. I don't know how many pieces it is, I should really count one day. Just look at the colors, the words, the details.
Have you ever wondered whether sometimes people somehow know when they will be leaving us? I never gave much thought to it until after my husband suddenly passed. For years I relived every moment we spent together, every word that we said. Was there a "clue" I missed? Did he know his heart was not strong enough to keep pumping? Was there a message that escaped me? Should I have listened more carefully?
The Poem in its entirety...
This is not a sad story dear readers. It is a tale of cherished love. I learned a lot in those glorious years, about me, about him and about us. But most of all, I have come to realize that knights in shining armor do indeed exist and when one of the pieces of the puzzle mysteriously disappears you painfully accept it, or as my husband did in this puzzle, you try your best to complete the task at hand and go on...