He remembered! And at least a day ahead of time!
Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. I had just finished making coffee when Steve came out into the kitchen, skivvy clad and a smile stretched from ear to ear, gift and card in hand.
This is remarkable in several ways.
First, I already prepared myself to expect nothing. If I am of this mindset, I am not disappointed when nothing, in fact, does happen. If something happens, as did it yesterday when Steve was prepared for Valentine’s Day, then I am duly surprised and pleased. Win win.
Secondly, Steve is not the early morning person that I am. To have a pleasant smile on his face at 5:00 a.m. is a minor miracle. That such a nice expression is intended for me is a rarity. Can you spell Mr. Grumpy Face?
Third, in order to have the card and gift in hand so early in the morning means that the Hubster planned and executed the ‘hunt’ and procurement of said items on a day prior to this date. Hence, he’s thought about me twice this week, unless of course he went shopping last week, but that is beside the point.
I opened the card quickly, as Steve barefooted it back to the bathroom to jump in the shower. Beautiful card, lovely sentiments, and he actually signed “Love, Steve” instead of his standard “From your husband” followed by his full legal signature. Gosh, he’s been listening to me!
“Sweetie, you don’t need to sign ‘From your husband’. I do know who you are. And you don’t need to sign your full name for the same reason. Think of all the writing you would save on doing if you just used a simple ‘Love, Steve’!”
“Why do you always put me down?” grumps The Hubster.
I now turn to my gift. Once the paper is off, and I’ve figured out how to get the box open, (it’s one of those magnetic flap boxes that look like they should slide through the sleeve, but don’t) I find a matching pen and tablet stylus set. Very nice!
And, I have to confess, the first thing out of my mouth when presented with my gift was “I hope you didn’t buy me candy”. I feel ashamed now.
I bound into the master bath where my sweet spouse is singing “You are my sunshine” amidst billows of steamy shower water. I hesitate to intrude, but thank him exuberantly while setting his coffee by his sink.
He is pleased and his face is truly joy filled. I can see him mentally patting himself on the back. Which is good, as I don’t really want to get wet right now.
So what did I do for him yesterday? I didn’t buy him a card. He hates the cost of them when you just throw it away. Candy? Nope.
My gift was to stay home for the evening, grilling steaks for us all, then watching TV and reading for the rest of the evening. Total bliss for him and Manlet.