I don't think I have ever received flowers for Valentine's Day. Neither Mike or I are big fans of the day and I've never cared one way or the other about receiving flowers on February 14th. Yet this year a pretty vase of flowers sits on my kitchen table.
It has absolutely nothing to do with the date and everything to do with a nice husband who surprised me with flowers last Friday afternoon.
I'm not sure if it was because of the tears I shed most of Thursday (not from anything he did), or the fact I was kind of a mean wife on Friday morning and he was trying to remind himself that yes he really loves me.
We are a good match.
I'm glad he's mine.
Happy Valentine's Day.