Brace yourselves for one of those my-husband-is-so-great-and-he-made-Valentine's-day-the-best-thing-ever-and-I'm-so-incredibly-lucky-to-have-him kind of posts.
If you haven't barfed yet, let me continue.
Last night, Grahm brought dinner home for us. He ran around like a chicken with his head cut off (pretty normal) to some of my favorite places for a delectable feast. Dinner rolls (the good kind of cellulite) and a couple of sides from Black Eyed Pea. Caesar salad from I forgot where? Coconut shrimp and shrimp brochette (good heavens it don't get much better than bacon-wrapped shrimp!) from Pappadeaux. And strawberry cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory.
Talk about a whole lot of nomming goodness.
He also brought these lovely ladies home. My favorites: daisies with a splash of roses. Like every girl, I adore getting flowers. They're beside me right now cause I just like to look at them. (I not-so-secretly hate it when girls claim they don't like flowers. What, you don't have a soul?! The only woman who can honestly say she doesn't like getting flowers is Phoebe Bouffe, and let's face it... she's a few donuts short of a double rainbow.)
He also got me this lovely Vera Bradley travel bag, which apparently everyone knew I wanted. He had to steal it from his mother who was (very sweetly) planning on giving it to me for my birthday in two weeks (Sorry, Beth!).
I'm so thankful for him. Really. He's such a thoughtful husband. Last night he said, "You know, you're gonna be my Valentine for the rest of your life." I smiled because that's just fine with me.
He may be singing a different tune about being forever Valentines, because his presents from me were terribly lame. I struggle with this every year, what do you get BOYS for Valentine's day? (I mean if the dude likes getting flowers/cards/teddy bears as much as you then you've got bigger problems, my friend.) I ended up making a scavenger hunt around the apartment so he could find all his presents (aka oreo balls, cookies, and his favorite beer).
I realize these look like giant cow turds, but they're pretty tasty if I do say so myself. Grahm loves Oreos (and anything related to them) and cookies more than anyone I know, which is good because I can actually make that. If his favorite dessert was Tiramisu, we'd be in trouble.
We topped the night off by going to see The Vow. How original of us! :) It wasn't nearly as great as I was anticipating. They could have done so much with the story, but the screenplay was poorly written. (Writing snob alert!) I want soooo badly for Channing Tatum to morph into a good actor, poor kid. It's like God told him, "I made you ridiculously good lookin! You can't be an excellent actor, too! It just wouldn't be fair." We do get to see his rumposaurus though, so I'm sure his acting career isn't in any danger.
Hope y'all got to eat a diabetic amount of chocolate and got to spend lots of time with your loved one!