I just finished grazing on my Facebook newsfeed.
Valentine's Day posts abound.
I may have shared before that I have mixed feelings about this holiday. I don't take it as seriously as some, but it can be fun.
Did I ever tell you about our first Valentine's Day together?
Guys, my guy did Valentine's Day, and did it well.
He came over to my room and gave me a notecard with a rhyming hint on it. The hint suggested that I needed to visit the beach, where we had gone for our second date. I said, "ok, let's go!"
He told me I had to go by myself. I was not happy. "It's Valentine's Day, it's cold out, it's dark, and I have to drive half an hour to wander around the beach by myself?!"
My little rant did not work. I drove to the beach alone.
I climbed and wandered around the large rocks that jutted out into the lake. Didn't find anything to suggest I was supposed to be there. I went to another set of rocks. Still found nothing. At this point, I'm figuring that the other people at the beach think I'm nuts, and I'm wondering what the heck I'm supposed to do. I decide, that I should double check the first set of rocks because that's where our date was.
After a few more long minutes of searching, I happen to see a small, light pink ribbon, sticking out from under the snow. Attached is a bag of sour twizzler bites. Yum. And another notecard. I can tell this one is supposed to lead me to the stadium box, where Jered had taken me a couple times when it was nice outside.
Instead of going straight there, I ruined the scavenger hunt, by going back to my room first.
I was met with the sight of a small table, set up with candles, chicken noodle soup, ruffles chips and dip, and sparkling grape juice. "I knew it! Why did you come back here first?!" He wasn't very happy with me.
Somehow, I managed to talk him into going to the rest of the stops with me. We went to the stadium, stopped by the pillar I got stuck on when we climbed onto the chapel roof, and checked under one of the couches in Johnson Hall. Finally the clues led me back to my room, where the dinner awaited us.
Not only was there this beautiful dinner set up, not only had each clue been taped to one of my favorite kinds of candy, but I was also greeted by a poem, typed out on a paper made to look antique, and a single yellow rose. His poem was adorable, and I was informed that the yellow rose was because it was my favorite color and that I would receive one more flower each Valentine's Day we spent together.
All that said, it's not just about the holiday.
Tonight, probably nothing special will be done. Not sure I'll be able to whip up a delicious dinner, and if we go out, there's a pretty good possibility that it will be the McDonald's dollar menu...
And that's ok because my husband loves me really well. I don't mean this in a way that would make anyone blush. He's just good at knowing my needs as a person.
This morning, I woke up with a migraine. A horrible, paralyzing pain through the whole left side of my head. I could hardly open my eye. And I had already taken two rounds of medicine after getting the headache yesterday afternoon.
At six in the morning, after I got the ok to move my workday to tomorrow and whimpered incessantly, my husband woke up and kneaded my neck and shoulders.
He's too good to me. He really is. I'm a little sorry about the damage I just did to his street cred, but not sorry enough to not share.
With that, I will end my sappy, Valentine's Day letter.
Aim
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