I've been meaning to write about Valentine's Day. The last post featured a little self indulgence, but the real surprise was these gorgeous roses that came on Friday. He wanted me to get them a day early so I'd have them all day on Saturday and to maintain the element of surprise. Saturday I got to talk to him for ALMOST AN HOUR! It was the best 47 minutes in the last two months because it felt like we got to be ourselves. An even bigger surprise was his nonchalance regarding the ring info I sent. I was absolutely certain that he would 1) panic and 2) never, never bring it up. He did. A reenactment is as follows -
The SS: "I got the latest package - with a sack of potatoes and the jewelry quote."
Me: "...I'm sorry, what?"
The SS: "I got the jewelry quote. I thought that kind of thing was supposed to be a surprise."
Me: "...I'm sorry, what?"
The SS: "That stuff doesn't freak me out anymore."
Me: "Oh...yeah...nobigdeal..."
It was one of those moments when the tables suddenly turned, I panicked having been caught completely off guard and I really didn't think that this was an appropriate time for shrieking-with-overwhelming-joy into the phone. That we'll save for something more official with sparkly deal-sealers and whatnot. It was a GOOD day!
Then I went shopping. My way-too-expensive jeans will be ready at the tailor tomorrow.
1 comment:
Gorgeous roses and I'm glad you got to talk to him for an hour! Glad the conversation went your way! :)
Post a Comment