In the morning, after he woke me up with a large hot coffelatte, he told me to clear my schedule for the evening. When I got home from work, I look in my closet. There was a dress bag in there, as well as a shoe box. My sizes, both of them. And beautiful.
I tried them on. They fit, and flattered. And then he had a necklace for me. We hopped in the truck and headed out to dinner. Handsome wore an almost-tux/suit thing. We went to a restaurant that I've never been to, but there were waiters in tuxes and someone played the piano. There were 5 courses, plenty of candles, and after dinner, a string band. We danced. A lot.
On the drive home, we took a scenic route and ended up looking over the city. The stars were shining. We talked about the early years of dating, funny memories, and hopes and plans for the years to come. When we got home, there was a whole new bouquet of flowers that Handsome had "forgotten" to give me earlier.
All-in-all, it was a picture-perfect night
Just as if I'd dreamt it.
Because I had.
That up there, that's the way 15-year-old me thought that Valentine's day went.
Today, Handsome and I watched a movie that he's been wanting to watch that I didn't want to. Afterwards, Handsome and I walked Duke, in the cold, to pick some Daffodils, even though he hates the cold. Because of love.
I had asked him earlier in the week if he was planning on doing anything for Valentine's day. He said that he thought the "February Freeze" had nixed any v-day plans. I informed him that (a) he had invalidated the FebFreeze when he bought pipe tobacco the other day (even though he doesn't like to smoke his pipe... preparedness, I guess?), and (b) even though I didn't want to have to ask, I really would like some flowers. Handsome replied, "Let's just pretend you said 'I like flowers' and didn't ask for them." A problem solver, that one.
This love thing, it's not like the movies. It's not like the books or even the radio. And our love thing, well, it's not like anyone else's. Handsome may forget Valentine's day. He may refuse to give me any sort of card for 3 years running. He may sleep through our dinner plans. Be he doesn't forget that he loves me, and he doesn't forget to show it in his own way.
That's why he's my ideal valentine.