Tuesdays and Fridays, like I told ya.
Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. I hadn’t been feeling very into it this year, except for Freya’s sake of course. She also needed seventeen Valentine cards for her preschool class, so we worked on that Wednesday night.
I love my husband dearly, but he really spoiled me for my birthday last month, so I decided not to make a big thing out of V-Day. The one thing I did want to do was to bake a chocolate layer cake from scratch (partially to see if I could not screw it up), and have a nice dinner for the three of us (salmon, brown rice, steamed zucchini).
In the afternoon, while Audrey napped on my lap and I watched an “I Hate My Kitchen” marathon on DIY (we are remodeling our kitchen sooooon so these shows are my crack), Brian came down from his office and said he was going to “get coffee”. When he had been gone almost an hour, I knew something was up.
He brought me my cup of decaf from Hot Shots, then went back upstairs. Later, he kept coming downstairs for varying random reasons, and each time he left, I found another cut little Valentine card placed in the room. He also hid some Boehm’s chocolate on my pillow under my pajamas on the bed. Oh, Brian.
For what it’s worth, I made him a little card, too, and a couple weeks ago, got him a box of his favorite sea salt caramels. So all and all it was a sweet, low-key Valentine’s Day, capped off with homemade cake.
And Freya dancing around the room to the Star Wars Cantina Band song, and then singing me a song she learned in preschool which about melted my heart.