Last year for Valentine's Day, we weren't swimming in cash. My present from Bruce was an email detailing 100 things he loves about me. It was the best present ever. That email is the 100 reasons I love him. Because he wrote it. You know what I mean? The list would look something like this:
1. Because you wrote that list.
2. Because you wrote that list.
100. Because you wrote that list.
Isn't he the most wonderful man you've ever heard about? For me, I mean? Because he's not perfect for everyone, and that's just a smidgen of him as a whole person, but you understand what I'm saying, oui? It maketh the sense?
This year for Valentine's Day, he went to work at 8:30. I woke up around 12:20 as grumpy as can be (see profile picture) and grumped at him when he came home for lunch. Then I went to work and didn't see him again until 7:00PM, when he had something stuck in his eye. I nursed him a bit and we hung out with the Linus a bit and then we went out for dinner. I got steak for Valentine's Day, and I'm the happiest girl in the world. I love my Brucie.
(And no, he didn't do that.)