Our Valentine’s Day
Was simple, but it was so very lovely.
He came home from a twelve hour EMS shift at 6:30 am. I woke up long enough to feel him finally fill the space in the bed that was empty for the hours I was sleeping while he was gone. He held me tightly and we slept for a few more hours. When I finally woke up, I turned over to my nightstand, and found a gorgeous vase of roses that he’d placed there when he got home. It was a beautiful thing to wake up to.
He woke up shortly after, and I gifted him a small bag that included some reading material he loves and a decadent box of his favorite Godiva truffles.
We weren’t sure what to do for the bulk of the day. We decided to keep the whole V-day celebration low-key in lieu of saving money for Paris. No fancy dinners, no big gifts. Just us. Plus, he’s promised our true Valentine’s day will be celebrated over our nine blissful days spent in France.
He decided to take me on a drive around Raleigh so I could get some practice using my dSLR. We drove, and stopped, shot some photos, and drove some more. We listened to music and sang and laughed. He remebered a stop near RDU airport where one of his EMS stations is located. There is a spot near the station that is literally right at the end of one of the RDU’s runways. We sat on the pavement and waited for the planes to land.
When they did, I wasn’t expecting the rush that came from seeing that wide, shiny belly rumbling just a few hundred feet above my head. It was exhilarating, and mildly terrifying. It felt like you could almost reach out and touch them.
He made me dinner. From scratch. A recipe for spicy garlic chicken served over jasmine rice. I’d been eyeing it in a cookbook for a while, but it looked pretty time comsuming. He gathered ingredients, and chopped and sauteed and mixed and steamed. He made me cocktails as I sat and watched him work. We talked and laughed. It was delicious. He wouldn’t even let me attempt to help clean the kitchen afterward.
Later, I made mini chocolate souffle’s that we ate while they were still piping hot. We curled around eachother on the couch and watched 500 Days of Summer.
It was by far our simplest Valentine’s Day yet, but I have to say, it’s been one of my absolute favorites.
