This was Silas and I's first Valentine's Day that we were able to spend together. I was really excited about this. Not because I expected flowers, chocolates, or presents. I didn't expect any of those things. But because I was terribly happy to just not be alone on Valentine's Day. All I expected was to spend a nice Sunday with my husband and our friends, as usual. I expected we'd probably eat somewhere nice (with friends) and I considered myself completely content to hold his hand during church. I got so much more than I expected.
The day before Valentine's Day Silas informed me that he had a secret errand to run. So he took the zipcar and picked up whatever it was he was after and he brought it home. In a white and silver polka dot bag covered in black and white polka dot tissue paper. I may or may not have teared up a little. Silas is a generous man, but he does not wrap presents. I've received many presents from Silas since our relationship began, all of them very wonderful; but none of them have ever been wrapped.
I gazed longingly at the wrapped package which he set prominently on the stereo cabinet. He smiled at me that mischievous Italian smile that makes me giggle on the inside and informed me that he ordered my present a couple weeks ago but it JUST came in this morning. I was shocked. He thought ahead WEEKS to order me a Valentine's Day present!?! I could hardly wait for the next morning.
Sunday morning Silas and I groggily rolled out of bed. We, neither of us, are morning people. So we did what we usually do when we're having trouble waking up. We went downstairs and collapsed on the couch. Then Silas went over to the stereo and brought me my package. Suddenly I was completely giddy.
Fabulous wrapping job? Check.
What? What! What!?!
I look up at Silas who is smirking. It occurs to me that this might be the cruelest joke he ever played.
I ask "Seriously!?" He smiles "Seriously." "Wait. Seriously!?!?!" "Yes, woman, seriously!"
Wait? AND photo editing software? Have I died and gone to heaven?
I look at this face and I want to kiss it all over.
Then I look at this. And I want to kiss it all over too.
Then I decide to go for the face. It was a good choice.
I began pulling everything out of the box and immediately began charging the battery, hoping against hope that it would charge before it's time to leave for church. That didn't happen. So we went to church and I held Silas's hand through he service, as expected. Then we went out for Indian food with Britt and I decided that naan is awesome, curry is still nasty, and Indian food is over rated.
Then we went to community group, after which everyone ordered Indian food. Again. My previous conclusions were confirmed. We watched the Olympics - couple's skating and moguls were on. I tried very hard to be calm and wait patiently till my camera and I could be reunited. And I enjoyed spending time with our friends despite my camera withdrawal.
We finally got home, very late indeed, and despite the lateness of the hour I proceeded to take a ton of pictures of everything. I'm sure my blog is soon to be flooded with picture awesomeness in huge quantities. So stick around!
My Stepdad asked me yesterday if my first married Valentine's Day was everything I hoped it would be, all those years that I was single. (Which seemed like an eternity at the time, but weren't THAT long, I suppose, since I married at 20.) And yes, yes it was. I love my husband and he loves me and we both love our baby. What's not perfect about that?