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<title>Remembering Valentine's Day</title>
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<author>steve.brumfield@gmail.com (Steve Brumfield)</author>
<description>&lt;div class=&quot;article-body&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.heartlight.org/articles/1991-large.jpg&quot; align=&quot;right&quot; hspace=5 vspace=5&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, guys, stay with me here. I understand and am well aware that nobody wants advice, but would like to offer up some thoughts about my favorite holiday ... Valentines Day. I know, this is dangerous territory for guys, since many consider Valentine's Day to be a holiday created for women and by women. But my experience is a little different, but it really is my favorite holiday.&lt;br /&gt;
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For a number of years, I would get my wife candy and flowers. Sue liked the candy. However, she did not like the cut roses. After all, they were cut -- they were just dead flowers to her, plus they charge twice as much for the &quot;dead ones&quot; as they do for live ones. So about ten years prior to her death, I started doing silly things ... small things. &lt;br /&gt;
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For about ten years, I had gotten Sue a stuffed singing something -- most of these were simple stuffed animals that &quot;sang&quot; a classic song of some kind. One year it was a mouse dressed up in an evening gown with a little wig and microphone singing &quot;Fever.&quot; Another year it was a Gorilla that sang &quot;WILD THING.&quot; And on and on I had selected a new stuffed animal for each. It was challenging to come up with a new one each year, but fun at the same time. (Hint: I got most of these from Walgreen's.) &lt;br /&gt;
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Sue liked some better than others; however, we saved them all. In February of 2007, I went to a Michael's crafts store in Cool Springs and got a bunch of stuff to decorate our mantle. I got all the singing stuffed things out from previous years and put them on the mantle -- I was sneaking around the house to do this at 2 or 3 in the morning. Then, I put the latest addition, a dog that sang &quot;I Can't Stop Loving You&quot; beside the coffee pot and a note telling her to go in and play cut six on the CD, a John Denver song, &quot;For You.&quot; I also got a white shoe polish pencil so I could write things on the mirror in the bathroom and over the window above the kitchen sink.&lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps you have a routine, perhaps not. My experience suggests that women appreciate thoughtfulness more than big gifts ... at least this was true in my case. So on Valentine's Day of 2008, I thought back with fondness on my precious wife and our life together, realizing that if I had known Valentine's Day 2007 would have been our last one, I don't know what more I would have done. &lt;br /&gt;
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Guys, let's not take for granted the preciousness of the ones we love and remember them in simple ways that say, &quot;I love you!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;copy; Steve Brumfield&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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<teaser>Do little gifts of remembrance actually mean a lot?</teaser>
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