Remember the Good Old Days?

This evening we enjoyed a lovely Valentine's Dinner. Ron BBQ-ed tri-tip that I had lovingly marinated earlier in the day. We had re-stuffed baked potatoes. A delightful salad. Red Jell-O served in pretty goblets. Martinelli's. Garlic Bread. (For nothing says Valentine's Day BETTER than garlic bread AND garlic breath.) And for dessert. Chocolate. Lots of chocolate. Rich dark chocolate. Sweet milk chocolate. Decadent white chocolate. It wouldn't be Valentine's Day without chocolate.

As we were eating our tasty tri-tip I asked Ron, "Do you remember the good old days when you used to cut up our meat for us?"

When our four darling daughters were young, he would cut up their meat so it would be easier for them to eat. Many times, he would cut mine up as well. Because it is so. much. work. cutting. up. meat.

He said, "I remember." And he continued to eat his meat.

Emily and I looked at each other. Clearly, he had not taken the hint.

We continued to eat our delicious dinner but our meat sat untouched.

A few minutes later I said, "Emily, do you remember the good old days when Dad used to cut up our meat?"

"Yes," she replied. "Those were GOOD times!"

"Uh, is this a hint?" he asked.

He then proceeded to cut up Emily's meat. Then mine.

Of course Emily and I COULD have cut up our meat. For clearly, we are women! But Ron had the ONLY steak knife (somehow in our move several things have disappeared including the ice cube trays and steak knifes.) But that my friends, is what Valentine's Day is all about--showing someone you love them with simple acts of kindness--whether it is making a special dinner for those you love or cutting up their meat. And the bonus? We relived the good old days for just a few minutes.