Transformation

Despite his aching ankle, my husband pulled off a lovely Valentine's Day for me - which, I might add, was unnecessary... I told him I wasn't expecting anything. Maybe a smile and a guarantee of a good mood.

Instead, when I came home, I first noticed that the lawn work was done - grass mowed, edges edged. When I went inside, it was to find him pulling dinner out of the oven. Say it with me, now: AWWW!

Yes, so, I'm almost to the point of passing out - still anemic, after all - and go change into comfy PJ-type clothes. When I finally emerge from the bedroom, there's a card and a book waiting for me at my spot on the couch. (Let me tell you, if this weren't a family-friendly blog, I'd give you a hint at just how much I liked the card he picked... *wink, wink, nudge, nudge, knowhatImean?*) And the book was one I didn't even realize was out - the latest Stephen King release: Duma Key. I have, much to my shame, been distancing myself from Mr. King, expecting him to stop writing any day. I should have known that his retirement intentions were subject to abandonment. As soon as I've finished it, I promise to post a lil review for ya'll. I have no doubts it will be great.

Don't you think all this deserves a kiss, a hello? I did, too.

So I went into the kitchen and kissed him and hugged him and generally made all kinds of wifely promises that you'll never hear me speak aloud to anyone else. And then I sat down at the table and poked around on his laptop while he did dinner-related things, and out of nowhere noticed a vase of a dozen red roses. (See left)

Aw, I love getting flowers. Makes me feel all girly and loved. Such a sweetie, my guy.

I buried my face in the blooms and took a huff worthy of the big bad wolf. Of course I made pleased noises and told him again how appreciated his efforts were.

We sat down in the living room to eat dinner while we watched the latest episode of "Breaking Bad" (click here if you've not heard of this brilliant show). When we were finished eating, he took the dishes into the kitchen and washed them. As if he needed to top it off, he came back bearing chocolate... Not just any chocolate, but my absolute FAVORITE - Lindt Truffles. And a Flake Bar.


I promise he enjoyed his Valentine's present... you just won't get details on that particular escapade. *insert devilishly sated grin here*

I love Valentine's Day.