I mean, he hung flowers from the dining room ceiling. Really, he did. It was like walking into an enchanted...well, an enchanted apartment dining room.
And I bought a new outfit. To wear over to his house.
(Oh, 22-year-old Abby. I wish I could slap you sometimes.)
He made me a fancy dinner, and I'm sure got me a fancy gift — to be honest, I don't remember. More than likely I made him something crafty, because I was poor from all the new outfit buying.
It was all very sweet and romantic, and I love the memory of that first Valentine's Day.
And this year?
Well, this year we got up and sat around our embarrassingly messy house in a comatose state after yet another sleepless night. I spent most of the day in yoga pants, which I eventually traded in for jeans and a slightly nicer than average sweatshirt. We had a pizza lunch date. With our baby. Dinner consisted of porkchops and broccoli and boxed mashed potatoes with our two year old. Our daughter stayed up until 11:30pm, and when I finally made it to bed Nate was passed out with the light on. I passed out next to him about 3.5 seconds later.
But I still got flowers (in a vase). And lots of kisses (some of them stickier than others). And sweet snuggles (from my babies and my husband).
The grand gestures, the elaborate meals, the big gifts of our early relationship were lovely and so much fun. But I much prefer the easy, comfortable love — and life — we have now. Buy one get one free Caribou coffee, a kiss from my husband in the middle of our kitchen full of dirty dishes, a fridge covered in heart shaped preschool crafts, a sippy cup full of pink milk on the dinner table, and a baby dressed in pink and red polka dots — these are the things that make my heart skip a beat, the valentines I cherish most.
Though it's never a bad thing when the guy you're dating takes time to hang flowers from the ceiling.
In fact, I'd say it's a sign of even better things to come.
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It sounds like you had the perfect Valentine's Day!
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