Today is Valentine’s Day; my family members are instructed to refer to the next twenty-four hours at Katentine’s Day.
My husband came home from work yesterday with beautiful roses.
“Katentine’s Day is not until tomorrow,” I reminded him
“I know,” Tim said, “but I wanted you to be able to see them when you woke up.”
Awwwwww. I have an awesome husband.
In general, I am not a very romantic girl. I appreciate a grand gesture, but for me, romance is not always top-of-mind.
The most romantic gift I ever managed to orchestrate was for my high school boyfriend, which is sorta sad ’cause I have had two really great husbands. Still, when I was nineteen, I was going to college in California and my high school boyfriend was going to school in Washington State. I mailed him a bottle of sparkling cider (I was wayyyyyy to timid to attempt to purchase actual champagne) and a champagne flute. I told him not to open the box until four o’clock on Valentine’s Day and then to call me at that time because I wanted to be on the phone while he opened the gift. Unbeknownst to him, I had purchased a plane ticket home and was waiting outside his dorm room at exactly four o’clock with a second champagne flute. Pretty great, right?
Now I feel compelled to do something great for Tim. You should send me your ideas, or just send me roses, after all, it is Katentine’s Day, not Timentine’s Day.