So I’ve told you all about the minimalist valentine’s day that I appreciate… But I also wanted to tell you all about how much I love a well-planned valentines too.. and how it doesn’t have to be about the money spent or the delivery of roses – but mostly about the element of surprise.
This story took place on Valentines Day in 2006. I was working as a Dental Hygienist and I had finally let my guard down for Valentine’s day. I told my husband that he was totally off-the-hook and he didn’t have to plan anything. After all, I would be working until about 6pm, and I’d be gross and tired and want to go to bed.
Every time a delivery was made – I held my breath a tiny bit – but it was never for me.
I’m pretty sure every patient of mine that day asked me what I had in store for that night with my husband, and I told them ‘nothing’ with a big *sigh*..
By the end of the day, I felt pretty low. It was a sad, sad day – and everyone was talking about their date plans for that evening. I *hated* that I told him to avoid getting sucked into the valentine’s day scheme.
He was secretly in trouble for NOT getting me the same thing that everyone else got…
I got out of work, and walked to my car… a little depressed.
Inside of my car on the seat lay a personally decorated card.. he clearly got into my stash of glitter glue – but it was dry, luckily. (note: this is not the card he made, yet it was similar!)
I started to tear up.
I sat down, turned on the car to warm up (dude, it’s February and Minnesota… Brrrr…) and then proceeded to read the card..
The card said several loving things in LOTS of words… like tiny tiny handwriting that took up both pages.. and at the end it said ‘Look for ME’ or something cheesy like that – and there he was – standing a few cars widths away from the front of my car with a single red rose and one of the best smiles I’ve seen since this one…
I cried so hard. *Happy tears*.
THAT’S not even all…. He took me to the Mall of America (which we were only a few miles from), and brought me into the Build-A-Bear workshop *where I had mentioned randomly in the past how I secretly had wanted to build my own bear* He helped me make my ‘Mokey Bear’ (see my nickname post here explaining the ‘Mokey’ name.) and we both kissed his heart and dressed him in red for Valentine’s Day.
And then we hopped onto the light rail for the first time ever, and took the train downtown, where we ate at the Old Spaghetti Factory – One of my favorites from when I was in college still – and then took the train back.
It was SO completely unexpected, and totally romantic….
And everyone was TOTALLY jealous of me when I got back to work and told them the story of how romantic my husband can be…