A Love Cake...

In 1979, I made five dollars a week. Money sent to me by my grandparents arrived in our mail slot every Monday.

This is a Finish the sentence Friday post.

The most memorable Valentines Day I ever had was one I planned for my parents.

I was in the fourth grade and we lived in an apartment complex. Iā€™d walk home from the bus with the key swinging from my neck. It was my first year as a latchkey kid. The lady that kept my brother was our neighbor and lived across the hall. All I had to do was check in with her to say I was home. 

In my art class that week, we worked on Valentines Day cards for our parents. I was inspired to do something extra. I always made plans for my allowance before I had it and it was payday. With some negotiating, I might have enough money and time to pull off the surprise I had in mind for my mom and dad.

There was a teenager who lived down the hall from us and I knew she could bake. She charged me sixteen dollars to make my parents a cake. I gave her a down payment, promising to pay the rest by the end of the month.

With the remaining money, about four dollars, I asked my neighbor if she could buy a bottle of wine for me to give to my parents. When she asked what kind of wine I said, "Red." After all, that was the theme. 

Valentines Day was in a few days and I wanted to have everything in place before my parents got home from work. When I got home from school, I placed this card on the table and proceeded to clean the apartment.

My teenaged neighbor had made a beautiful white cake with red letters that said "Happy Valentines Day" and my adult neighbor had come through with the bottle of wine.

I remember my daddy exclaiming, "You did all this?" as he inspected the bottle of wine.

Here's the thing... it was a bottle of the best wine four dollars could buy and I was so proud.

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