Salisbury steak for the mister. Of course.

Sheridan has always loved steak, especially on this lovely day--Valentine's Day. I make the most exquisite steak in town, that much he brags about every chance he gets.

"I am just so lucky I met her," he usually adds.

On my way to the market this morning, I saw several trinkets and what-nots solely dedicated to celebrating this day. I saw lots of children running up and down the town with red balloons floating above them. Lovers here and there share a moment of public bliss.

Oh, it's a joy to see; it's a joy to love. This delicious weight of the tenderloin I bring home is a promise of one.

How long have I been with Sheridan, you ask? Oh, it feels like it has only been a day. (If you can call three decades and a half a day.)

Now, this makes me feel old. But, he looks as dashing as he was back when I first met him. Oh, I can tell you--those eyes can create wonders...

Ehem.

What cutlery do you think I should use this time?

The wooden ones from my grandma? The silver ones Sheridan brought back from Canada? Or--yes. Of course.

These fancy Victorian-style ones we bought from our Roman trip! That trip was very memorable. One I often think about before I close my eyes.

We were both in our blushing 20's. The wedding was just a few days ago. I was thrilled to be alone with him for the first time. (Not quite alone, though. There was old Martha and a bodyguard, of course.) He was wearing that dark green suit I always loved on him. I, to compliment him, wore my green halter dress and red shoes.

Oh, the smile his face produced when he saw me was legendary.

"You are the ginchiest in that dress, Emily." he mused back then. You should have witnessed the way he even had to remove his sunglasses.

It was on the fifth day of the one-week long honeymoon that we bought the cutleries. Old Martha scoffed and tried to take Sheridan away from the stall, saying it will be a proper waste of money for something that will be sitting in the cupboards. But, my Sheridan had more sense than that. He agreed with me and bought them fancy things without a moment's hesitation!

Sheridan and I are both spontaneous. A match made in Heaven, indeed.

These peonies will be perfect on the table. What do you think?

Sheridan and I tend several peony bushes along the fence. He knows I am inclined to them, so he planted them in the '80s just to get me to stay with him. I kid, I kid.

Oh--I need to get started on the Salisbury steak. Sheridan will come home by 8. I need to get this special dinner done before that.

I also need to get chrome-plated, you know? I may be pushing 70, but this gal still got some classy chassis.

You can stop grinning like the Cheshire cat. I did have a lovely body. Some used to say I can rival Marilyn Monroe herself, and that my eyes can put Lauren Bacall's to shame! 

These ingredients are perfect. What do you think of these mushrooms? Aren't they beautiful?

I should have gotten the ones in the can? No way, youngster. Call me anything you'd like, but I like my food fresh and as real as they can get.

My Sheridan only deserves the best.

No, I am far from worshipping him. The big guy up there only deserves that. But, I do love dear Sheridan. You cannot blame me. You have seen his pictures--he is a dreamboat. He is a principled, responsible gentleman.

They do not make men in his model any longer. Women nowadays settle for boys who pretend to be grown up, and it is sad.

Now, will you be a dear and pass me those eggs and onions? Thank you.

Sheridan likes his steaks saucy. I, myself, am not too indulging with Salisbury steaks. I prefer the classic buttered steak with garlic and herbs. But, you see, even though Salisbury steak is the last dish I want to cook, I will still cook it every day if Sheridan only asks it of me.

That's how I love him. That's how you should love: A compromising, unreserved love.

Do you shake your head?

Oh, I know. You had been taught to hold your emotions back and save some for yourself. I understand. This modern age is cruel to those who love. It grapples and chokes the slightest sign of love in anyone. This new world hates big love--but it is the only thing it needs.

If you'll take a quiet moment in my chair and think about it, you will agree that only love can solve every problem in the world.

War? If country leaders love each other, they would think for each other's betterment. War stops.

Poverty? If only the richest men on earth love other people and not just his money, no one will ever be hungry again.

I can say more, but this dish has simmered enough, and I have to get dressed.

Do you mind watching the door for me while I go upstairs? Thank you, thank you.

Oh--and do not turn the stereo up loud. We do not want to wake old Martha and ruin this moment with her spiteful remarks, do we?

That's a dear. It is always a jolly moment when Sheridan comes home with just the great dinner I set up, and not her old tongue.

I will be ready in a few minutes.

There. How do I look?

Stunning is an understatement! I kid, I kid. But, thank you, dear. You have been a real treat today, too. I hope you do not get tired of the old me.

The steak!

I still have to transfer it to the golden dish. No, no. I will be fine myself, thank you. It is tradition to plate it all by myself. But, you can help with the candles. Sheridan loves candlelit dinners. Especially this one.

And, there! Oh, this table looks wonderful. Thank you for your big help. But, I can take it from here. It is already 7:38. I do not want to keep you from your own Valentine's dinner date with...who was it again?

Oh, yes. Alex. I do hope you have a wonderful night.

Yes. I will be fine. You have been a charm not to interrupt me with all my musings about Sheridan. I know you think it very silly of me.

This evening will be perfect for us, I am sure. If only old Martha is not here to rain on my parade.

Just like how it was in this photograph, where Sheridan decided to marry her instead of me.

But, who was I to howl and cry? I was just their handmaiden.

Now, off you go. Don't let my silly tears ruin your night.

And remember: love unreserved. You deserve it.

Good night, dear. Take care.