But when Sharif came by yesterday evening, the first thing he said was “Did you get the flowers?”
Sad.
Aside from that one mishap, though, it was a lovely evening. We went to the nearby Indian place that we like so much, and even though it was more crowded than we’d ever seen it and we didn’t call ahead, we still only had to wait a few minutes for a table. There were heart balloons at every table. We took a bottle of wine with us. I gave the boy a cookbook and a (different) bottle of wine and a candle that smells of pineapple and cilantro. He gave me travel guidebooks- one for the general US, one about National Parks.
This was my first February 14th that I have ever been able to spend in the way that one is supposed to. And I know that it’s a manufactured “holiday”. But dammit, I have a wonderful boyfriend that I love very much and who makes me very happy, and I’m glad that I got to spend some society-mandated goopy romantic time with him.