Call us a dull and old-fashion couple but John and I don't really believe in Valentines - therefore, celebration has been kept to the minimum all these years. Shouldn't love be celebrated and expressed everyday irregardless of time and space?
Anyways, we had a private 2-course dinner attempted by yours truly at our humble abode. The evening was occupied enjoying each other's company, appreciating the simplicity of our food and thinking of people whom we love or admire. Perhaps it's good to let go of ideas and notions which bind us and then rediscover what love means for us all over again. Having said this, brought a short story to mind, I'll share it here :
MORE BEAUTIFUL (Taken from Stories For A Faithful Heart compiled by Alice Gray)
The question is asked, "Is there anything more beautiful in life than a boy and a girl glasping clean hands and pure hearts in the path of marriage? Can there be anything more beautiful than young love?
And the answer given is, "Yes. There is a more beautiful thing. It is the spectacle of an old man and an old woman finishing their journey together on that path. Their hands are gnarled, but still clasped; their faces are seamed, but radiant; their hearts are physically bowed and tired, but still strong with love and devotion. Yes, there is a more beautiful thing than young love. Old love."