Yeah, my husband owns Valentine's Day. He does neat and thoughtful things that require planning ahead and consideration. Exotic tropical flowers shipped in from overseas. Gourmet chocolates from wonderful places. Those special, beautiful, and uncommon Leonidas roses that I carried in my wedding bouquet (honestly--how many husbands know what type of flower, much less what variety, their brides carried on their wedding day?).
This year, I received from Alex a sweet card with his own heartfelt sentiments written inside, several pounds of chocolate, an item to risque' to mention here (and don't email me), and the biggest, prettiest bromeliad I've ever seen. It is perfect in size, composition, and color for this setting, and he knew it would be.And what did I get him? My usual. Nothing, poor man. I never paid any attention to Valentine's Day before I got married, and I guess I need to start. It's only taken Alex 5 or 6 years to warm me up to the idea. And it's not just me he remembers. It's his mother, my mother, and my grandmother. He's a good guy. Really. Crazy, but good. Or maybe just "crazy good." In any case, this serves as a public proclamation that this wife is going to try to be a little more "wifey" as soon as this doggone move is complete, which, the Good Lord willin' and the crik don't rise, will be Monday.
Until then, show the love, people.