A Valentine's Day Adventure

So after being wisked away in my black satin dress, my night and shining armor, looking debonair in his black suit and tie, surprised me with an exotic restaurant visit, where we ate all my favorite foods, sushi, lobster, shrimp, cheesecake and more. After a night of romantic dancing, a reading of sonnets and the most passionate kisses, my man was walking me to our luxury accomadations for the night, when out of the dark shadows came three men asking him to give me over. "Over my dead body" he cried with passion. And with that, they began to brawl, three to one. I shreked as I watched my love get hit from the right, and from the left, when suddenly the fight took a new turn. My Joshy began to pull out moves I have never seen before, not even on tv. And within a matter of minutes, the three evil men were lying on the pavement crying out for their mothers. My hero was hurt. And we had to get him checked out. The night ended with a red cast on this hand symbolizing his courageous moments and I, in love as ever, took my hero home to tend to his wounds.

Okay, so you probably have figured out already that this is a farce. I wish it were that romantic and believe me, so does he. But simply put, my man broke a bone in his hand playing basketball the night of Valentine's Day. And the cast is only red because the doctor messed up and didn't look at the color before opening the package of fiber glass. I think it looks cute, but don't tell him that, he just wants to hear manly!!! I love you Josh, this is just adventure #81 to go down in the books :).

He still brings me flowers :)

Josh brought me my favorite flowers the other day. I really needed that because I wasn't feeling that great and it was a total day brightener. Plus, he still remembers that the blue lily are my favorite (they actually are purple, but the name is blue). Sometimes in marriage, you can forget about doing stuff like this. We always spoil it with practicalities. For instance, my first instinct was to ask how much they cost and wonder where in our budget the money came from, but you know what? I didn't ask. I smelled them instead and forgot all about the price. I always think in my head too, that flowers are so silly because they just die. But you know what else? I sat those flowers on my table and every time I walked into the living room/dining room, part of me felt refreshed by their beauty. Guys--us women may say that we don't want stuff like this, but we are only trying to be practical, we really do want our men to treat us as "fine china" (as Nat puts it). I didn't need the flowers, I didn't even really want flowers. But seeing them, made me feel more beautiful and made me think that my husband must think I'm beautiful. And thoughts like that are hard to come by. So yeah, I would say it's worth it. You may end up with less in your wallet, and dead flowers in your trash can in about a week. But what was created in her and between him and her is priceless!!