Well, for starters......
.....I don't think either one of us shaved today.
.....We didn't actually talk to each other until somewhere around lunch time, I believe.
.....We didn't see each other until almost 8 o'clock tonight.
.....We ordered Chinese take out, and sat around the living room table with the boys.
.....We spent what was left of our evening organizing the results of watching 149 boys try out for baseball over the last couple of days, because the draft is tomorrow evening.
.....Coach was in bed by 9:30.
.....Meanwhile, I stayed up to FINISH organizing and typing up the results of the tryouts and doing Google searches for "Should the NFL keep or toss the Instant Replay?" for a major English paper Jock is doing (and struggling with....hence my helping with it).
Aren't you all overwhelmed by the romanticism of it all?
Ahhh.... but see, here's the beauty of our reality:
I woke up to find a card so beautiful it made me cry, a 2 POUND bar of milk chocolate with almonds, and the goofiest (and therefore, by definition, the absolute MOST ADORABLE) stuffed dog wearing a leather jacket and red bandana on its head.
I didn't have to cook dinner tonight. AND I got to choose where we ordered from.
This was the one night this week that all four of us were home to have dinner together.
Jock let me know (subtly... by sounding remarkably pathetic, actually!) that he is not too old to still be getting Valentines from his mama, as it reminds him how much I love him.
I don't have to share my chocolate with anyone. None of them like almonds! :)
After 15 years, I don't need him to do "flashy" or grand gestures for Valentine's Day. Its honestly enough that he remembers. Before he gets up that morning! It could always be worse....
He could be one of those frantic husbands I see stopping at the corner buying one of the gigantic shrink wrapped baskets full of stuff on his way home, desperately thinking of ways to convince me that he's been storing it in the back of his truck for the last month!