This happens every year: Brandon and I agree that we aren't doing anything for Valentine's because our anniversary is just 2 days later. So really, what's the point. ;)
But the thing is, I've been married to Brandon for 22 years now and I was burned early on when I BELIEVED him (that we were doing nothing), and then felt really guilty when he showed up with flowers or chocolates or whatever. Not that HE made me feel bad. Self-imposed. Anyhow, I always now at least get him a card.
This year though, I had a feeling something was up so I stopped at Kohl's on the way home from clinicals on the 13th and picked up some new pajama pants and a fancy candy bar for a gift. I was feeling pretty good. Then I woke up the morning of the 14th to the best candygram ever. Pictured below. So 1990's.
I was a few points behind at this point (he definitely was ahead in the creativity arena). But then I went to school, did school stuff, and pulled into my driveway at 5:45 pm. Sean, fully dressed in waitering attire, peeked his head into the garage and welcomed me home. Then, after letting me change and freshen up, he escorted me in to a re-creation of the meal I made for Brandon on our 1st anniversary: Hamburger covered in mozzerella cheese and tomato soup and fresh green beans. Thomas and Sean waited on us, Rin and Milla had cooked the meal and hand dipped strawberries for dessert. All had helped decorate with yellow roses and candles. Of course Brandon had planned the whole thing and bribed the kids for their help.
Finally Brandon took me upstairs and gave me a relaxing massage on the table we picked up many years ago. Best purchase ever!
I definitely made out in the husband department. You won this round, Brandon. Well played.
I may just let you win again next year. ;)
Love you, Brando
