warning sappy hopelessly romantic mumble jumble ahead. I LOVE LOVE LOVE valentines day. I love the panic on all the guys faces as they struggle to find the perfect card, candy and bunch of flowers the night before. I love all the cutezy bears, balloons, and decorations with hideous pink and red hearts all over that no one in their right mind would buy except on valentines day. I don't care that the strawberries that were 88 cents the week prior are now $5.99 and flowers also have double in price. I love chocolate obviously, the smell of burning candles, elaborate dates and gifts--I love everything about the day of love. I particularly love that day because the man I adore and I'm crazy madly in love with proposed to me on that day 12ish years ago. I don't remember every tiny detail, had I know he would have proposed that night I would have etched every waking breath into my eternal memory and labeled it best day ever, but I at least remember the gist of things. I remember it was very very late I think around midnight and he came and snuck me out of my room and we drove down to the lake. It was the perfect night and I remember the breathtaking view of all the stars and the full moon over a calm smooth like glass lake. He uncovered a boat from under a tarp and set it into the water and rowed me out into the middle of the lake. He lit candles and we had a candle lit dinner and I wish I could remember any of the most romantic and perfect words he whispered to me but not a one comes to mind and then he popped the question. So um yeah valentines day is one of my favorite days.
This valentines day ugh was well interesting. I stayed up till 2 the night before getting things ready for the girls parties at school and making the perfect preparations for a rock awesome love fest. The morning of I primped and pressed for like HOURS--yeah the older I get the much much harder it is to look somewhat decent but I managed. I made Dr. Pepper cupcakes for everyone at Tim's office and then I drove down to his office to take him to lunch. I swear it felt like I was driving through a mini hurricane and it was by far the most miserable day of the year. I opened the door and the wind almost ripped it off the hinges. I stepped out and I got cat calls left and right in a matter of minutes (my husband works right next to a college, so that's not saying much lol). I kept getting whistled at and yelled at "yeah I'm talking about you" and so I turned around and it was B the lady Tim works with. I smiled and said hi then walked into the office with my killer 6" red high heels. My perfectly fwuffed hair got caught up in the tornado like wind and stuck all over my sexy shinning lips (great I spent hours just so I could look like I just step out of bed in a matter of minutes--I bet it was a riot to watch me trying to look all cute and sexy while being tossed around in the wind) So I strutted my stuff as best as I could and kidnapped my hubby. I wanted it to be a pleasant surprised but i guess i should have called first because he was scheduled to pick up a client at the car rental place. Thankfully a guy offered to do it for Tim so he could go out with his beautiful wife--his words not mine. As I dropped off my cupcakes at B's desk she asked "why are you so pretty?" I was tempted to say "just lucky I guess", but I don't really know her well so I said it's valentines day haven't you heard. She told me her hubby and her don't celebrate it awe : ( i was so happy I spent over an hour making those delicious deserts from scratch so she could drown her sorrows. She just kept saying I wish I had a wife to us lol. When I finally pried Tim out the door he told me that I had a flat. So he went back inside to get a jack and changed my tire in our awesome blizzard. While at lunch he kept looking out the windows at the horrible storm {well if I'm going to be upstaged by another woman I guess mother nature is a worthy component. } Tim was completely out of it and couldn't get his mind off of work--rats first the weather, then the tire, now a space cadet hubby. The rest of the night didn't go as planned there was literally rain on my parade. Tim finally got home from work and gave me a tiny heart box of chocolate. I guess he could see in my face that I was totally bummed out--I wish I wasn't so transparent. So he said I was going to wait until later but it looks like you need this now and he pulled out the signature guarantied to fix everything move--yep that tiny little velvet box. I pulled out the most beautiful necklace I knew from where he went it must have cost him an arm and leg. let's just say from that moment on the night was perfect. Happy V-Day!!!
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