Valentine Flours

Today is St. Valentine’s Day, or as it is more commonly called Valentines Day. Being a Catholic who likes to stay in the loop for feast days I must note that St. Valentine was demoted so this isn’t even his feast day officially. On the liturgical calendar it is now the Feast if Sts. Cyril & Methodious. They were brother priests who, among other accomplishments, are credited with inventing the Cyrillic alphabet. That is pretty impressive.

Back to Valentines Day. As the tradition has outlived the feast day, we are still expected to woo and pamper our romantic partners today. While I rarely succumb to the totally invented Sweetest Day I can’t totally in good conscience let Joyce think I don’t still feel totally head-over-heels in love with her on Valentines Day.  Which means I occasionally buy her a present.

I love Joyce for too many reasons to mention. Sounds like a cop out, right? But it is true. She is a great mom, fantastic wife, terrific baker, dedicated Cleveland sports fan, good cook, has a laugh that is so infectious you find yourself crying along with her at the most stupid things. She’s everything and more I ever could have hoped for in a wife.

She is also frugal. Because she is frugal she thinks baubles and beads and such are not a good use of money. Have you ever noticed that the florist raises the price of flowers in early February? I won’t risk spending too much hard-earned cash because “society tells me” I should buy Joyce flowers. So what is a hopeless romantic like me to do today? I bought Joyce flours.

Valentine Flours

Pretty brilliant, right?

My only concern is that I may not be able to top this gift next year, having set the bar so high.




UPDATE: Through an odd twist, Joyce did get flowers on Valentines Day. From a baseball team.  I’m not making this stuff up. Joyce was selected as one of the Lake County Captains favorite fans.