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Mary Louise hovered over her coffee, chin in hand, and gazed into the February gloom. He didn't kiss me goodby, again. Her lips trembled, questions swirled in her mind. What's so wrong with me? Am I too fat? Am I a rotten cook? She watched the tear plop into her coffee.
She shivered and pulled her robe tighter around her pregnant body. He forgets to kiss me goodnight, too. What happened to hugs for no reason, or asking how my day was. Doesn't he love me anymore?
The clock clicked drawing her eyes to the wall above the kitchen table. She shook her head, the calendar is still on January. She stood and flipped the page. February seventh already, Greg probably won't remember the fourteenth.
He's preoccupied with work right now... I hope it's work and nothing else.
She fingered the pages of her latest self help book, Keep the Love. He doesn't do anything listed in this book, at least not regularly.. He'd never read it.
I like number three, Give little gifts or flowers often. Once in a while would be fine....
The phone rang and ended her reverie, she sighed, “Hello”
“Hi, Mary Louise, I just wanted to tell you to turn on the radio, WKKS. That author we like is on.”
“I'll turn it on. Thanks, talk to you later.”
Static buzzed in the air until she tweaked the knob to the exact spot.
“Ladies be proactive. Study your man. What does he like? Get his attention.”
“Hmm,” Mary Louise chewed on her nail.
Mary Louise noticed the clock. Time to leave for Bible study, if I'm going.
She clicked the radio off, drug on jeans and a sweater, slid her feet into fur lined boots, and grabbed her Bible and car keys.
The video lesson was rolling, when she tiptoed into the classroom.
The speaker elaborated on the whatsoever verse. “Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.” Philippians 4:8 KJV
Her final thought was, “Sisters, Satan wants you 'thinkin' 'stinkin' and 'partyin' in pity,
but your Daddy is the Lord of Hosts, he wants to work all things for your good.
Let Him. Turn it all over to Him today. He sent Jesus to die for you. He loves you that much.”
Mary prayed all the way home, Father, I'm so sorry for wallowing in self pity. Please forgive me.
She zipped inside, located a tablet and wrote, 'Good Things About Greg'.
It was hard at first, I can't be all 'mush gush' when I don't feel it.
She wrote, good provider, takes out the trash, shovels snow, oil checker extraordinaire, clean, Mary Louise chuckled, sounds like a good maintenance man.
Shame hit her, this is the man I love, what first attracted me?
This list sounded better: handsome, gorgeous blue eyes, strong, fun, and outgoing...
Get his attention. hmm, She grabbed scissors and snipped fourteen hearts, writing attributes on each one.
It was an 'interesting' week. Greg smiled with pleasure when he discovered ,You're so
handsome! on the mirror and on his toothbrush, Great Smile.
Hearts appeared in his underwear drawer, on his steering wheel and dropped from the sun visor, when he pulled it down.
Greg turned several shades of red when a heart escaped from his laptop. A male co-worker snatched it up, read it, and smirked,
“You dropped this Mr. Gorgeous Blue Eyes.”
Greg didn't breathe a word about the hearts, until the seventh day.
“What's with all the hearts, Honey?”
“It's Valentines Day.”
“Ohhh” .. He said, and smacked his head with the heel of his hand.
Mary Louise blinked at him in amazement. How could he be so dense.
“Well... since it's Valentine's Day, maybe I should give you this.”
His eyes held hers as his palm opened.
“Ohhh... A ring, a ruby, it's..it's.. exquisite!” she managed, as she held out her finger.
He pulled her close, slipped the ruby onto her shaking hand, and held her tight.
“I took on extra accounts to pay for it. I wanted you to feel cherished.”
“Honey, I forgot one word for your hearts.”
“Whats that, Darling?”
“WONDERFUL!” and in her heart she whispered, "Thank you Lord."
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