Our First Valentine’s Day
On our first Valentine’s Day Garreth planned a progressive dinner. Our first stop was actually at home where he had prepared some yummy appetizers. Next we went to a nice restaurant for dinner. Then on to dessert. We got in the car and he put a blindfold on me and drove me around town. Since I happen to be brilliant and love to be right, I called out where I knew we were. Garreth finally drove into a huge parking lot and did donuts until I was completely confused. Next thing I know, we’re walking into a house that is not our own and is completely quiet. Remember yesterday that I mentioned he’s a man of integrity and not really into breaking and entering? I really had no clue where we were. Up the stairs we went. There was quiet music playing. He took off the blindfold and there we were in the room of the bed and breakfast where we spent our wedding night. There were rose pedals on the bed, balloons, love notes, and chocolate. We were there for dessert, after all.
When we shared this story with our “older” friends (40ish, dang why doesn’t that sound old anymore?) they laughed, saying it was all young love. Sure, Valentine’s Day may look different now but what we still do is take time….time to separate ourselves from reality and time to feel pampered. That can happen any day.