Valentine’s Day

Valentine’s Day.¬† The day for lover’s to show their appreciation for each other.

Our first Valentine’s Day Hottie made me stuffed lobster and gave me jewelry in a little box that was left on my place setting. My heart sped up until I convinced myself that it couldn’t possibly be ring. And it wasn’t. I’m not sure if I was relieved or disappointed.

In the subsequent years, however, Valentine’s Days passed without much thought or celebration. This year, I suspected wouldn’t be much difference. After all, Hottie and I aren’t big on celebrating our love for each other. We didn’t have a huge celebration on our five year anniversary a couple of weeks ago, so why would Valentine’s Day be any different?

We celebrate our love on a daily basis, so one day isn’t that much of a big deal. Hottie surprises me all of time with the things he does. Like the kitchen table that I’ll have to tell you about tomorrow. Because this post is about V Day, remember?

So, when Hottie walked in the door after he got off work on Sunday at about 2 PM with this in his hands:

Well, you know me, I had to comment on it.

“Wow, babe. Thank you! You know I love tulips.”

“I know, babe, that’s why I got them for you.” He leaned over and kissed me hello. “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too.” I smile and put them on the counter and couldn’t help staring at the beauties.

Hottie was on top of the big ladder in the kitchen replacing the light bulbs that had blown out. He caught me a staring at my flowers a couple of times. Finally, he commented on it.

“Babe, why do you keep staring at them? Is something wrong with them?”

“No. They’re beautiful. I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

“Surprised? Why? You didn’t think I was going to get you anything?”

“Uh, well, no, actually, I didn’t. I mean you didn’t get me anything for our five year anniversary. Not that I’m complaining, I’m just saying that’s why this is surprising.” I shifted to focus on him instead of the flowers.

His jaw dropped, his eyes got big. “You didn’t get the flowers at work that I ordered for our anniversary?”

I blinked at him. “No.”

“I can’t believe that! I’m going to have to call that place and get a refund.” He turned back to working on the light bulbs.

It was the turning back so quickly that made me suspicious. And made me laugh.

But it was Valentine’s Day. And I had flowers.

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