We went out for dinner Friday night, because we aren’t Valentine’s rookies, and we know that this city traps diners on Februaury 14, forcing them into an overpriced fixed menu. We reveled in our post-Whole30 culinary freedom and left with rocking tummy aches that had me walking laps around our neighborhood park at 11pm, trying to calm the storm.
We laid in bed and cried (me, that is) over the Parenthood finale, because it reminds you that loving means you will inevitable feel hurt and loss. Bravermans, I will miss you.
We got all our paperwork in order for our taxes, because nothing is more romantic than fiscal responsibility.
We tried out a new place for brunch on Sunday, because if there is something more romantic than fiscal responsibility, it’s biscuits and butter that you didn’t have to wait for because you actually remembered to roll over groggily in bed Sunday morning and make brunch reservations before church.
We also had brunch with a friend on Valentine’s day itself, because this weekend shouldn’t just be about couples and boxes of chocolate. It should be about deep belly laughs with friends and Tex-mex brunch.
I went to Starbucks on Saturday afternoon and studied while James stayed at home and worked, because love without real-life responsibility is untried and shallow.
I covered the hallway with paper hearts that had things I love about him and he procured the my favorite roses. Because love means showing how you feel ever day of the year, but sometimes we forget and I’m glad we have this day to remind us.
We stayed in on Saturday night, eating on the couch while we burned through the latest X-Men movie and multiple episodes of Arrested Development. Because romance can mean laughing together, popping another bowl of popcorn and settling in in the quiet comfort of the home you have built together.
Happy Valentine’s Day y’all! How did you celebrate?