For those who read my stories, you’ll know I lost my first wife four years ago. I felt so empty. I wanted love in my life again. I craved it. I found it. Ginny came into my life. Love is with me again, and it is better than anything I imagined. I am not putting down what I had with my first wife. It was wonderful. Ginny and I cherish what we have. We both lost our spouses—lesson learned. Love every moment you have together, because it is not forever.
It’s “My” Day – Valentines Day
By: Michael T. Smith
It was Valentines Day. I looked at the beautiful woman at my side. “I love you!” I said softly to Ginny.
She looked up, “I love you, too!”
“I love you more!” I smiled.
Our little ritual would go on all day. “I love you! I love you more!” In the first months of our relationship, I always loved her more. “Wait a minute!” Ginny said one day. “How come you always get to love me more? It’s not fair! I want to be able to love you more.”
We created a schedule. I get to love her more on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Ginny has Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. We split Sunday in half. We each have equal time to love each other more. Each time I speak to Ginny on the phone, look into her eyes, or hold her, we speak our words of love—one loving the other more. It has been this way since we’ve been together.
I get confused sometimes, forget what day it is, and say, “I love you more.” Ginny is quick to respond, “No way! It’s my day! I love you more!”
A few weeks ago, Ginny and I had our grandkids for the weekend. They were running around, playing, laughing, and crying. They did all the things young children do. They kept us busy for two days. On the second night, after they went to bed, Ginny and I were sitting on the sofa exhausted. She was on her computer; I was on mine. I looked up, “Ginny, I love you!” She turned to me, smiled, and replied, “I love you more!”
