Valentine's Day

I'm getting good at this blogging thing.  I remembered to take pictures yesterday!  I went to work in the morning, but around noon decided to go home and try to get some rest.  I had taken the day before that off work as well, due to the fact that I've picked something up and I'm hoping it's not the pnemonia that Tamara might have had!  When I got home, I was delighted to find a large bright green box on the doorstep with my name on it!  I, of course, forgot that I desperately needed to crawl into bed at that point, and instead ripped into the box with all the valentine's furry I could muster.  Two dozen beautiful hot pink, red, and white roses, and not a baby's breath in sight!

Also included in the box was a nice vase and care instructions, which, since I followed perfectly, my roses should be lasting me a good long time.  I trimmed the stems and arranged them in the vase, put them on the nightstand in my bedroom, crawled into bed, and spent the next several hours toggling between coughing fits, unrest, and staring at my lovely roses.

At about six o'clock I decided I'd better get out of bed and take a shower so I'd be all ready for the date David had planned.  I knew he was making me dinner (he tried to surprise me, but asking me if he could borrow my table sort of gave it away).  It was perfect because I was too sick to really go out into the cold, and the dinner he made was better than anything we would have ordered at a fancy restaurant!  

  He made filet minon with a wonderful lime-butter sauce, stir-fried vegetables, and homemade mashed potatoes.  I was very impressed!  This was a first for him at making any of it, and I told him he is now designated as the official cook in the relationship.  We ate at my small table set up with candlelight in my bedroom, and enjoyed tablespoonfuls of milk out of my miniature wine glasses.  For dessert David had bought two pints of creme brulee ice cream which tasted exactly like the real thing.  The entire meal and evening was wonderful.  

I gave David four hand-made gift certificates for a date night, foot rub, home-cooked meal, and movie of his choice.  When he opened them he said, "Loralee, you should be a designer."  Yes, David, I'll look into that. :)  Anyway, the night was a success all around.  How nice to actually have a Valentine this year!