We got engaged on Valentine’s Day, 1956. I don’t think either one of us planned or even thought about it being a romantic time for the proposal and acceptance. In fact, I don’t recall any mention of it being Valentine’s Day or any of the usual accouterments, such as flowers or a box of chocolates. It just happened to be Feb. 14, and the whole thing was coincidence. I guess, when you’re young and giddy with daydreams and hormones, any day will do.
Well, that was 61 years ago, and we were married for almost 50 years before my husband died.