To which I replied, “I think I have said too much already.” Wouldn’t you like to say something on this night of nights?” Then she stopped mid-sentence and said, “Oh, darling. And I can just see in my mind the cake that we want. . . .” Should we have the reception indoors or out? And someone must be at the guest book. I know exactly what colors I want for the bridesmaids. When shall we set the date? Oh, we have got to reserve the temple. To which she said, “Oh, dearest darling, dearest loved one, yes. In a romantic setting I said as meekly and humbly as I could, “Pat, will you marry me?” I worked at it and worked at it and worked at it until I finally had the courage to ask for her hand. You know, winning Sister Holland was not an easy thing to do. Pretend you are interested-if only because Sister Holland is my valentine and it is her birthday tomorrow. I am certainly not going to let that stop me from speaking about love and romance and marriage-a topic absolutely foreign to the interests of those on the BYU campus and one scarcely mentioned here this entire month.

Never mind that the ides of February were actually the day before yesterday. And everybody remembers what Brutus did to Julius Caesar on the ides of March-and it befell Mark Antony to get back at Brutus in the great funeral oration, the same Mark Antony who let Cleopatra take him for the proverbial trip up the Nile without a paddle.

If it were the fifteenth of March, it would be the ides of March. You see, it is the fifteenth of February. Guess what is on my mind! Guess what I am going to talk about! Yes, I am going to talk about love, because Shakespeare made me do it. I am delighted to be with you the day after Valentine’s Day and the day before Sister Holland’s birthday.

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