Dating Man - Married Man

Y’all,

When Pat and I were dating - on one of her trips to Georgia, we were sitting out by the lake at my apartment complex. I picked and gave her a dandelion flower and told her it was a reflection of my love for her.

She flashed a big smile and kissed me.

Many years later, after marrying and moving to California then to Illinois, she observed me spraying herbicides on the lawn to kill dandelions. I noticed that she looked to be upset.

What’s wrong, Dwal’n?

Joe, why are you doing that to the dandelions? It’s our flower. Remember, you gave one to me in Georgia when we were dating.

W, it’s a weed.

You gave me a weed? Even though I thought it was something special?

Sugar, it was more a symbolic statement than a memento.

So, how can I tell if what you say is real and special or not?

Baby-doll, everything in nature is special and is in accordance with God’s plan. Humans, animals, even insects and weeds have a reason to be. I only mean you good. Everything I say to you is real and special to me. When I gave you that dandelion flower, it was my heart-felt way of saying that when it comes to you, even small things are important for me. A flower is a token of love, no matter it’s origin, because it radiates beauty.

Yet, I want you to have a green lawn, without blemish. I’d like our neighbors and those that pass-by know that I care about our home and my wife -- that’s why I eliminate weeds.

I love you, Joe.

I love you, W.

GAWDDDDDDDDD! I  hate love crap. My Dear God, how did I fail You and thereby contract the this awful love disease?