I worked for my in-laws at their jewelry store on Valentine’s Day, and DH kept the sweeties at home.
This is what I came home to:
Yes, I came home to a wonderful meal of homemade chicken Alfredo served on our china, toasted and seasoned bread, and an array of fruit. *DH does not cook, BTW, so this was a TRUE treat!*
Excerpt, Abby Grace’s card, “… Writing that down?“
Excerpt, Reese’s card, “… Umm, gets us funny toys… She carries me outside.“
Excerpt, Meleah’s card (as told by Abby Grace), “… She changes my diaper…“
Now, you cannot get writing that good in a card from the store!
I am not the hearts-and-flowers type of gal. I don’t like receiving flowers (waste of money), chocolates (another waste), or even jewelry (we’ll save that for Mother’s Day or Christmas, lol!). Just give me a card, and I’m a happy girl.
Oh, and did I mention… I HATE roses! There. I said it. I’ve just committed the greatest of all Valentine’s Day sins and dismissed it’s #1 go-to gift. Yeah, you can tell I care!
Back to DH… this was the best Valentine’s, ever, so if you are reading this, honey, I love you, and THANKS!
I hate roses, too, unless they are all twiny on a vine, growing OUTSIDE.