I’m not big on Valentine’s Day gifts. I don’t wear jewelry
(unless you count the rose gold band on my left ring finger). I’m not a fan of
perfume. I do like flowers and chocolate, but I’m annoyed that they’re easily
twice as expensive today as they will be tomorrow. I like the IDEA of a quiet,
romantic dinner for two with candlelight, perfectly prepared steak or seafood,
and someone else to do the dishes afterwards. But that’s pure fantasy. Nothing
even remotely like that happens in real life. So, I usually tell John not to
bother. We can always grab a box of See’s dark nuts & chews for half price
on the 15th that will last me until Easter. But this year he surprised me. He
came home from work Wednesday with a dozen perfect, ruby-red strawberries. He’d
stopped to pick up a prescription and they were just sitting there. Maybe I
like Valentine’s Day gifts after all.
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