HT didn’t have to work today and it afforded us a few moments in bed together before going downstairs to greet the kids who were already up.
He wrapped his arm around me, and absentmindedly I stroked it.
“Sorry I didn’t get you anything for Valentine’s Day,” I said.
“It’s okay,” he said. “I didn’t get you anything either.”
“Not even a card?”
“Nope,” he said.
“Promise?” I asked.
“Good. Me too.”
We lay there for a few moments, and then he said,
“You have the nicest touch.”
I smiled. He loves when I run my fingers over his skin. A simple arm rub is so appreciated.
A minute later he said, “I thought about getting you a gift certificate for a massage.”
“That counts,” I say, then add…
“And I rubbed your arm.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”
We gave the kids chocolate Valentine lollipop hearts. They were thrilled.
I used his time off to completely de-clutter the bedroom. He dealt with the children all day. Our bedroom has never looked better. All organized and neat. Candles everywhere.
Evening. We ordered take out from a local pub, and forced the children to early bed so we could have our dinner, in peace.
I got a portabella mushroom sandwich(with blue cheese on ciabatta bread..with a Raging Bitch beer). He got a jalapeno burger, no bun, ice water. Fries, we split. Him catsup, me honey mustard for dipping.
We had a wonderful heavy deep and real conversation in which I apologized for not being able to handle it when he gets fearful about money. After all, I get to be fearful about lots of things, and he never shuts me down.
After we were done eating, he excused himself to take care of a pile of papers on the computer desk in the living room. That pile has been bugging me forever.
“Your Valentine’s Day present,” he said jokingly.
I go to the computer and begin writing.
There is really nothing better he could have given me.
Freakin beautiful Michelle… Damn, it’s the little things that aren’t so little…
You are both sooo, soooo, I don’t even know the right word to say how special and wonderful you both are. I love you.
Happy Love to you both.
Mature love is so much…better…deeper…more.
An astonishingly astute priest once said to my high school religion class, “Love is an action verb. It’s not about the Valentines and sweet words; it’s what you DO.” What a sweet reminder, Michelle, of how that actually works in practice.
You are amazing and I love how you look at the world! Your hubby is VERY blessed to have you!
What a lovely day. I am so pleased for you guys and I love that you had a HDR (a la Carrie?).
NECBM of true love, and this is true love, complete with a good ol’ HDR. BTW, I need to get me a six pack of that beer!
I can’t tell you how much I love the fact that you didn’t get each other anything! Sounds like the perfect Valentine’s Day to me xoxo
I keep reading this…because it fills me up… perfect…