My. Ambrya sure is.
This when he got home from work, I was taking a nap, as I had been up very early this morning to drive his parents to the airport. We were going to have our V-Day dinner out tonight instead of tomorrow, as restaurants are going to be hell to get into tomorrow, and he has several projects for the class heis taking due by the end of the week.
When I woke up, I found on my desk chair a
handmade card, decorated with construction-paper valentine hearts like we all used to make in elementary school, and on the inside of the card, one of the hearts had his name in it, one of the hearts had my name, and then a little blue heart beneath them had our baby's name in it.
I'm not usually the weepy type. Call it hormones, but I cried.
I'm not a huge romantic, but I'll be doing something special for him tomorrow.