Every year for the past, ohhh 6 years, my husband and I celebrated Valentine’s Day. Home cooked romantic meals, fancy nights out at expensive restaurants and sweet gifts.
Last week after putting Baby A down for bed, my husband turned to me as we were both laying comatose on the couch after a long ass day and asked if we were gonna do anything on Valentine’s Day this year. My answer was less than coherent, I think it was “mehh do we have to?” To which he responded as “Good. I am really not in the mood to plan anything.”
Romance at it’s finest.
