Love is: When you decide to circumvent the crowds and the hype on V-Day and cook dinner together at home... When you comb through recipe after recipe for two weeks to find something elegant yet idiot-proof so that neither of you can mess it up, no matter how distracted you get... When you finally decide on a recipe, make a grandiose plan for the evening, brave the crush and stand in line for an hour at Trader Joe's to buy all the ingredients... When you come home and realize that the flu that kicked your ass last week is still kicking your ass this week and that you should really be in bed... When you look at your husband with apologetic eyes and he doesn't even bat an eyelid and fluffs up your pillow...
When you glance up half an hour later, feeling crappy and moody and depressed and mad at yourself, to see said husband bearing a tray of hand-made sandwiches and itty-bitty Diet Cokes (which he bought especially for you because he knew that you would find them wee and adorable)... When you snuggle up together in bed eating sandwiches and drinking Diet Coke, watching a silly crime show and pointing out all the holes in the criminal's logic (and then saying, "relax, relax, it's just a show")... When, much later, you lay in bed listening to his heart-beat, feeling the warmth and his breath tickling your cheek lightly...
Then, as the familiar sounds of the night and the creaking of your old house slowly lull you to sleep, you can't help but wonder what in the hell you did to deserve such happiness.
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone.
When you glance up half an hour later, feeling crappy and moody and depressed and mad at yourself, to see said husband bearing a tray of hand-made sandwiches and itty-bitty Diet Cokes (which he bought especially for you because he knew that you would find them wee and adorable)... When you snuggle up together in bed eating sandwiches and drinking Diet Coke, watching a silly crime show and pointing out all the holes in the criminal's logic (and then saying, "relax, relax, it's just a show")... When, much later, you lay in bed listening to his heart-beat, feeling the warmth and his breath tickling your cheek lightly...
Then, as the familiar sounds of the night and the creaking of your old house slowly lull you to sleep, you can't help but wonder what in the hell you did to deserve such happiness.
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone.
2 comments:
Could you guys be any cuter?? :)
That is just too cute. Like a love story out of a cheesy novel.
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