V is for Valentine's Day

I get teased a lot for spending ridiculous amounts of time admiring my ring.

As a mom, Valentine’s Day has become centered around two things: candy and date night. Candy for the kids, date night for the adults. The guy in my life claims not to be romantic but manages to take me out for a splendid dinner every year. This year, we took the kids to their dad’s and were planning on visiting my family who live a few hours away. My cousin just moved up to Colorado so we wanted to go down and see him.

We’d just gotten home from dropping off the kids and I rushed upstairs to watch Backstrom, my new favorite television show. My honey came upstairs just a few minutes later, which seemed odd because we weren’t leaving for a few hours and I expected he’d be busy in his office until then. I paused the show to see what he needed (I assumed there must be a reason for the impromptu visit). He sat down next to me and we sat in silence for a few moments until I finally said “did you need to tell me something?” I mean, I wanted to get back to my show, gosh darnit!

He says, “yeah, let’s get married.”

What?!? Ok, so picture me, stupefied, all the blood racing to my face, speechless for the first time in history. We’d been talking about marriage but I didn’t see this coming. He actually surprised me! And on Valentine’s Day! What?!?

I think he might have started getting nervous from all the silence and said, “well?”

And I smiled and said, “deal.”

And there you have it folks, Valentine’s Day just took on a whole new meaning for me. My fiancé tells me that he had been waiting for the right moment to ask and he figured Valentine’s Day was jut about right (yep, Mr. “I’m not romantic” waited until V-Day to propose – you can see why I was blindsided, right?). And it was perfect. A quiet proposal in our house where we share our lives….just exactly what I had in mind.

V is for very happy. And I am. 

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