Sunday was the 10th Valentine’s Day that my husband and I spent together.
TEN – CAN YOU EVEN.
We celebrated with a kid-less lunch, where I think he was trying to impress me all over again, because he was eating his boneless buffalo wings with a fork. Then we grabbed some iced coffee and walked around the mall, where he bought me a season of Girls and the R2-D2 measuring cups that I’d been crushing on.
My gifts to him were waking him up with a really funny story, a tackle box full of gummy candies, and yelling “DO YOU HAVE SECRET SAUERKRAUT IN THIS HOUSE?” from the bathroom door after getting out of the shower and thinking that the place reeked of rotten cabbage.
…Yea, he’s better at romance than I am – I am fully aware of that, thank you.