I’ve always known I was more romantic than my wife, but I figured that given time I could show her the wonders of seeing life through a different prism.
After she began teaching, I sent her flowers on the first day of school. She asked me to stop. Flowers don’t have a long shelf life in a third grade classroom. So I tried other things but nothing seemed to work.
Then a couple of years ago I started sending her e-mails every lunch hour and signed them with the initials, L, Y.S. that, obviously, meant “Love, Your STUD.”
After the first time I used the initials, I asked if she had understood the meaning. She smiled, nodded and said “Of course.”
My heart soared. I was finally making progress. My mistake was soon revealed. A teacher saw me carrying a case of water to Linda’s classroom and remarked how nice it was to have a husband who helped.
“Oh yes,” Linda said and smiled. “He signs his e-mails to me as “Y.S.” for your slave.”
I realized then that even with aid of e-mail and other modern technology there were some things I was never going to change.
Maybe I’ll go back to flowers.