There are plenty of reasons. But one of them is the fact that for any and every occasion — birthday, anniversary, Valentine’s Day, etc. — he buys me greeting cards like this.
Old-fashioned, kitschy and overly ornate greeting cards with bows and lace and hearts and a shimmery, satiny finish to top it all off. The look is very… how do you say… grandma-ish. And you know what? I love it. Because it gets me every time. It draws me in with its stunning good looks and then kinda makes my heart melt when I read the message inside. Sappy, I know, but I’m only speaking the truth. He may not pick the cards with the most modern look, but he knows how to pick the cards with the best tear-jerking message. Get that? He pays attention to the words! What more could a writer wife ask for?
I, on the other hand, also pay attention to words when picking out gifts for Mikey. They’re just a little less sentimental… as evidenced by the photo below.
Aside from celebrating Valentine’s Day with our uber-embellished greeting cards and vulgar wine, we did dine like normal people the night before Valentine’s Day at Annie Gunn’s, a restaurant in Chesterfield known for their high quality meats. He had the Porterhouse. I had the duck breast. And then we came home to The Bear. (He got Omaha Steaks jerky treats for Valentine’s Day, in case you were wondering.)
Hope your V-Day was as happy as ours!