Each year prior to Valentines Day, Kent and I will have a conversation that goes like this…
“We’re not getting each other anything for Valentines Day, right?”
“Righto honey.”
Neither of us are very sentimental, obviously, and we’re both a little on the cheap side, too. But I sure love to wake up to a little surprise like the one pictured above now and then!
Here’s the back-story…
For years Kent jokingly called me, “Agnes”, and I laughed along at this silly name that sounded a bit like a Grandma. (No offense to any of you young women named Agnes, keep reading…) Until the first time he sent me such a sweet surprise on Saint Agnes’ feast day! (In case you’re like I was and don’t know what a “feast day” is, it’s a day when the Church celebrates the life of a great Saint.) Now I get a warm fuzzy every time he calls me that.
Saint Agnes is a beautiful Saint in the Church and her feast day is January 21st. You can read more about here here. 
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My grandmother’s name was Agnes – she was my Mother’s Mom. My parents choose my Dad’s Mom’s name for my middle name, Lorene.
Neat! And my Dad’s Mom’s name was Lorene, too.
And, as you know, Kelly, my birthday is on her feast day, too! Double whammy!
Sue E.