Every year except this year. Three weeks ago my husband was laid off from his job. In some ways it was a relief because he had been unhappy at it for the past few months. But at the same time it has been a bit of a scary time for us. We have really tightened our boot straps, so it was agreed that there would be no flowers for Valentines Day this year. And that was really okay with me.
But Ryan cheated. I woke up on Valentines day to a wonderful bouquet of flowers:
He woke up early and snuck out of bed, and created a homemade gathering of petals that dawned my bedside table, along with a sweet note.
I may not have had a big fancy vase of fresh buds to show off to my friends at work, but this was much more of a gift. The time and thoughfullness far exceeded anything that could been produced by any shop.
We didn't have a fancy dinner this year, or go out to the theatre or get dressed up, but I know I will remember this one more than any of the others. I love you, Ryan, and appreciate everything you are, and everything you do.
I hope that your Valentine's day was spent with people you love -- weather it be your honey, best friend, sister, or parents. And I wish you a year full of sweet times with these people.