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Our anniversary falls on Valentine's Day. I tell Spencer that's a good thing, that it means he can get the lovey stuff out of the way all on one day of the year. Spencer would probably argue differently, say that it just puts added pressure on the day and his need to pull out all the stops. Either way. My requirement: you don't necessarily have to buy my anything, just make me feel loved. It's what I told him all week as he moped around the house saying he didn't know what to get me.
Friday came. I surprised Spencer with a book he's been wanting. And while it didn't make it through the mail in time, custom framed the poster from the event where we met.
Not knowing exactly what to get me, he just got me everything:
From flowers, to a bottle of Pink Moscato Champaign ('because we drank this the night we met), to chocolates and a singing monkey from CVS (a nod to this SNL skit). He created a card for me: a sketch of me holding a teddy bear (because a coworker got similar fan mail recently). He addressed Valentine card's as though they were from one cat to another, from our dog to one of the cats, etc. AND on top of all that, created a slideshow, complete with music and costume changes. He projected up onto our wall and we danced as it played.
Indeed, I did feel loved. I do feel loved. Really loved.
(The other side to this, I feel guilty. That I put so many expectations, so much pressure on one single day. That Spencer felt the pressure, likely felt like he had to go out all. I feel awful that earlier in the day I had been crying to myself because I hadn't been paraded with love yet. But that's another blog post for another time, it's 2:30 pm and this morning reporter needs to go to bed)
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| Top Left: Bacon magnet I put on our bathroom mirror for Spencer Vday morning. He added the other quip. The rest: gifts from Spee. |
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