...and wanting to deserve him.
In the wee morning hours I opened my lapop to find a red envelope. Inside was a sweet, sappy card Roger bought me for Valentine's Day purchased not for it's romantic notions but rather as a container for a gift certificate to a spa. The gift was not only thoughtful (beyond belief as I am in desperate need of de-stressing these days) but well-thought-out as my husband told me he'd contacted my best friend's husband and suggested that he purchase the same gift for her so we girls could enjoy the pampering time together. Roger and I don't usually make a big deal (or any deal) of Valentine's Day. This year his surprise gift means so much to me. I haven't had many minutes alone, or with friends, since Waylon was born seven weeks ago and knowing that I have a massage and facial waiting for me leaves me giddy with delight.
What did I get Roger? Nothing. I've been so wrapped up, learning to care for two kids at once, that it didn't occur to me to get him anything or, more importantly, to do something special to celebrate him and us. My saving grace is that the day isn't over. Maybe between nursing the baby, bathing the preschooler, enjoying a frozen pizza for dinner and watching a new episode of Lost I can stop and take time to remind him just how much he means to me (and I'm not talking about a box of chocolates here. Heh, heh! Ahem.).
More Love Thursday here.