funny printable short stories for seniors

I’d made him oil paintings and recreated dishes we’d had at some of our favorite date restaurants. The gifts that we gave each other were so much more thoughtful. No stuffed animals, no candy and definitely nothing heart-shaped unless it was cut out of construction paper with our own scissors. “I see you’ve recycled the salsa jar, Destry.” I grinned eagerly, excited to see what he’d come up with this time.Ī few years earlier we’d decided that for Valentine’s Day, we would only exchange gifts we had made ourselves. ”Happy Valentine’s Day, honey,” my husband said, handing me a simple glass jar with a red lid. Love in a Salsa Jarīy Cynthia Dobbs from Stillwater, Oklahoma Fifteen years-and counting-of marriage later, he still does. Because James cared not only for my heart but for my daughter’s too. Right then, I knew that this would go well indeed. “These,” he said, holding out another gift bag and the balloons, “are for you.” Lindsey smiled. “Not exactly.” James turned to Lindsey, who was watching us from the doorway. “All this for me?” I reached for a vase for the flowers. Happy Valentine’s Day.” He followed me into the kitchen. “Here you go,” he said, handing me a bag and a bouquet. Hurrying down the hall, I gasped when I opened the door to find James, his arms laden with gift bags, cards, candy, flowers and balloons. Lord, I fretted, please let this go well. The doorbell chimed, and I heard my daughter shouting, “Mom, he’s here!” from the other end of the house. She, on the other hand, wasn’t exactly thrilled to be meeting him.

I’d been so excited to introduce him to my teenage daughter, Lindsey. He was the meat cutter at our local grocery store and had a handsome face and a big heart. It had been four years since my divorce, and though I’d dated some during that time, none of those relationships had panned out-until James. My heart pounded as I checked my makeup in the mirror. Family Manīy Sheryl Smith-Rodgers from Blanco, Texas Jay and I immediately scheduled our first date to meet at the park, and it was the beginning of something new and beautiful. “By any chance, is your niece’s mother named Kat?” Her mother, Kat, and I were close when our girls were little.

One of my daughter’s best friends from school was named Carla.

Funny printable short stories for seniors