V-Day

In junior high, I desperately wanted a rose on Valentines day.
On the days surrounding Valentines day you could buy a rose and have it delivered to someone during class. I wanted to get  a rose more than anything. Every time a rose deliverer would come into one of my classes, my hopes would soar- only to be let down again.

But alas, I never did get a rose. I'm not sure who I expected to send me one. Some secret admirer I suppose. I even secretly thought about sending one to myself, but who does that? Not I.

Now I am married and I have my very own permanent Valentine. I don't have to wonder who will be my date (well unless, like previous years, he works, but I have two little gentlemen to fill in for him).

Did I get roses this year?
No.
Did I get even ONE rose this year?
No.
Did I get anything at all???
No. No, I did not.

Now, now calm down. Before you decide that Tim is the worst Valentine ever, let me explain.
First of all, did I get him anything?.....no. I didn't.
And not because we don't believe in Valentines day or because we haven't in past years.
We just decided not to buy anything this year.
We've got a lot going on right now.
Big changes are going on at the Morgan household.

So what did we do on the lovers holiday?
Well... we put the kids to bed.
We ate homemade pizza.
We talked about our future plans....
And that was it.
Tim went to work, and I went to bed.
But in the morning, I woke up to Tim cleaning the kitchen.
That is not to say he never cleans the kitchen.
In fact lately, he cleans it often.
But it still made me feel loved.

And now (that I am not 13 with a bad hair cut and a flat chest), I would take a clean kitchen over a rose any day.