Violets are blue...
Sugar is sweet, my love... But not as sweet as you."
On Valentine's Day the special boy in my daughter's life brought a big balloon to school, carrying it through the hallways with his usual wide grin. Attached to the end of its red ribbon was a cute stuffed monkey with the words, "Our First Valentine".
When you tapped the bottom of the balloon it played "Roses are Red" in an old-fashioned, lovely serenade. As it hovered over her locker for the duration of the day, the melody resonated through the hallway each time a student passed by and tapped the red, floral heart.
My daughter was enchanted. And why shouldn't she be? In a delightful display of public affection, this young man scoffed at the inevitable teasing and stepped out on that high-up limb to offer his heart to my little girl.
I watch the two of them together: the smiles they share, the adoration in their eyes, the laughter and newness of early romance written on their faces. It's sweet, innocent...and utterly charming. In these beginnings there is a loveliness that speaks to the sentimental and ever hopeful.
And though this particular beginning may not stand the test of time, it is still a precious prelude to the everlasting love that I know, awaits her.
I watch the two of them together: the smiles they share, the adoration in their eyes, the laughter and newness of early romance written on their faces. It's sweet, innocent...and utterly charming. In these beginnings there is a loveliness that speaks to the sentimental and ever hopeful.
And though this particular beginning may not stand the test of time, it is still a precious prelude to the everlasting love that I know, awaits her.
11 comments:
That is so sweet. Sweeter than sugar. :)
To your daughter, may she always value and cherish the courage of this boy.
To him, may he always cherish, in turn, your daughter's company and her undying respect.
I am married to my childhood sweetheart, so I guess I know these things!!
Young, sweet, innocent love. Okay, maybe not the lasting kind, but one never knows after reading david's post.
Such hope and much to learn in those first loves!
Hugs my friend, and don't you wish you could freeze them in time to keep them with you longer? I always did and yet I know they need to spread their wings and fly away from us!
What a sweet and brave young man, your daughter is a lucky girl .. what a charming post!
I love stories like this. I remember being in that young mans shoes. However, I did not use the "polish prince" Bobby Vinton as the music of my choice. It still has its charm! :-)
PS- will get some ice landscape shots for you soon!
That's what makes me smile...a love story...with a hero and heroine...lucky her. Lucky him. Lucky you
Sandi
To begin her soul's life-love portrait with colours that are bright and radiant, methinks bespeaks a work of heart-art begun well. Your sharing of it in your eloquent and sensitive way bespeaks an environment where your daughter is given the elements that will serve her well in her further painting of her portrait.
Marvelous story. Evoked just the right thoughts of a young lady and her Lochinvar. Beautiful.
Ahhh...new, young love. Isn't is grand??
Who said chivalry is dead? Evidently no one told this young man. I don't even know him and I like him already!
What a beautiful young lady!
I'm sure she has many young men who are interested. I have a sword you can borrow if you need it.
It does take a lot of courage for young men these days to be romantic and chivalrous. It seems too often lost upon our children's generation. Not enough young men have been taught how to treat women, young or older, properly.
-- Blessings
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