Valentine's Day morning, I woke to an email from Mr. Branflake with the below photo attached and a caption that read:
The missing bite represents the part of my doughy heart that just isn't complete without you by my side.
Swoon. Is this guy for real?
Okay, not everything is all roses. Last year on Valentine's Day, I got mad at him (I can't remember about what) and withheld my Valentine's Day card and said, "I'm holding this hostage until I forgive you!"
Of course, I forgave him, but I never gave him the card because I felt silly not remembering how our fight started in the first place. And, to be quite honest, I'm pretty sure he forgot about the incident anyway.
So here we are, a year later and last year's Valentine's Day card packed away in my suitcase, ready for a trip to Virginia. In my head, we could do absolutely nothing but stay in our hotel bed the whole time and I'd be fully content, but he's got some special things planned for us.
Like, getting all fancied up and taking me to see the National Symphony at the Kennedy Center. Going on a double date with one of his co-workers. Grocery Shopping at Wegman's (that's a very big deal). Making a trip into Maryland.
But most importantly, he is very bent on making sure I can spend copious amounts of time in bed watching Food Network since I don't have cable in California and he knows how much I miss that station.
What can I say? He knows his woman. And that, my friends, deserves a triple swoon.
Hope you have a swoon worthy day, my friends!