Well, as we got closer to the weekend, I was no longer the only one being valentiney. Yay for a non-emotionally stunted spouse!
Thursday marked the 4th anniversary of our engagement (you celebrate all kinds of weird anniversaries when you get married), but Nick had work and I had an evening class, so we ended up spending most of the day away from each other. For various reasons, it ended up being one of those really long, really busy, really hard days for me, so by the time Nick came to pick me up from campus I was feeling tired, hungry and grumpy. Not so romantic! However, that all melted away when I discovered a cheerful bouquet of gerber daisies waiting for me in the front seat! I already knew Nick had remembered what day it was, but I didn't know that he'd had time to go and do something adorable, let alone something that turned out to be exactly what I needed. Fortunately for me, I'd already stopped by the bookstore to get him some of his favourite chocolate, so I got to be sweet and thoughtful in return.
Extra bonus: delightfully un-Valentinish flowers to brighten up my week. I lovelovelove flowers, but hate the idea of anyone spending three times the price on a generic little pre-made Valentine's bouquet. My flowers were bright orange with not even the slightest hint of baby's breath in sight :)
Friday night marked the official kick-off of Valentine's Weekend. I marked the occasion with a trip to the salon and an unceremonious chop of 9 inches of hair. I love it! Fortunately Nick does too, because it would be a little late to do anything about it now. Then, after picking Nick up from work and showing off my hair, we went home for unromantic pizza, and then out on a romantic date to see a play.Twelfth Night, if you were wondering. We both enjoy live theatre and concerts, so it was fun to be able to sneak in a little culture. We got all dressed up too, which might secretly be one of my favourite parts of going out.
Saturday was the long awaited Valentine's Day itself! We slept in, and then both got up and made ourselves breakfast in bed. Nick made chocolate chip pancakes (imagine my delight when they were heart-shaped!), and I made strawberry topping from real, actual strawberries. Then we broke out the stemware and cloth napkins and scurried upstairs to bed to enjoy our breakfast and open our presents.
Now. I'm not entirely sure how we came to have presents to open, seeing as we had both agreed to but something together this year, but presents we had. I gave Nick a new shirt (selfishly, because I really like how he looks in collared shirts) and he gave me a heart-shaped box of chocolates. I know what you're thinking: lame! But you're wrong. You see, I've never had anyone give me a heart-shaped box of chocolate before, and growing up in Norway it seemed like that was what people always got in movies. But not me. So this year I was completely delighted and excited to finally join the heart-shaped box club.
The rest of the morning and most of the afternoon were spent in lounging around, which was great. Nay, divine. Just what we both needed after a week of work and school. Then we headed out to buy our gift to each other, which was....... bookshelves!
Now, I know that if I was telling you this in person, this is where you'd probably be giving me the same look that people always give us when we tell them that we went to Tennessee on our honeymoon. As if to say "Tennessee? Bookshelves? That's not romantic! What kind of weirdoes are you?" To which I respond: Tennessee was awesome, and bookshelves are romantic because making our house a home together is very romantic. And so were the 3 hours we spent putting them together. OK, with the possible exception of having to return a broken part to the store.
But I digress: Dinner was enjoyed in take-out form from the Bombay House: Lamb Boti Kabob Masala, Chicken Makhani with garlic naan and strawberry and mango Lassis. Heaven on a plate. We laughed, we cried, we held hands and then went upstairs... to put together the bookshelves.