Today is Valentine’s Day (I hope no one is surprised). After nine+ years, we’re not really big on the artificial holidays… not that we have ever been. Jeff, while not the most romantic man on the planet, is constantly thinking about me and this manifests in a lot of sweet ways. He’ll come home with movie theatre popcorn (like, he goes into the theatre just to buy me a bag of popcorn), he’ll mix me a surprise cocktail, wake me up with a cup of coffee, and pick cheese-ball shows/movies that he has no interest in but he knows I’ll enjoy. He’s reliable and level headed. A good travel companion. Adventurous and willing to try anything. He’s kind but also sarcastic. Willing to laugh at my terrible jokes, and so-adorable-it-hurts when he has a really good, tear-inducing laugh. He pushes me to do more in life and is supportive/accepting of my compulsions (to make lists, to be busy, to make plans when I’m drunk but never follow-through). Plus, he’s got a rockin’ body.
We don’t have any special plans today, but I thought, in the spirit of things, I would share my favorite Valentine’s story.
A few years ago, I decided to send flowers to Jeff’s office on Valentine’s Day. This alone I knew would be kind of embarrassing for him. But, I also asked the florist to include a note that read, “I’m Pregnant!” The great part of the story is that the florist dropped off the flowers while Jeff was out on lunch. So, the delivery guy had to give the flowers to his coworkers, insisting that it was REALLY important that Jeff got the delivery. When Jeff finally came back from lunch, all of his coworkers were waiting in anticipation. Of course, Jeff knew immediately that it was a joke, but I love that he had to talk down all of the “Congratulations!” from the people in his office with, “No, really, she’s just joking.” Classic.
Anyway, whatever you’re up to, have a nice Thursday and try to give someone a kiss.
Two nerdy kids circa 2004/2005.