Surrprisingly, it’s not the years I got flowers, candy or dinner reservations in favorite restaurants. It’s not breakfast in bed, or cuddling by the fire, nor is it going to a special movie or getting a sentimental card…
No, my most memorable Valentine’s Day was in the mid 80’s when hubby bought me a sweat suit.
A sweat suit!!!!! OMG, I was so upset. You have no idea! As I look back, my reaction was totally wrong, he tried, but boy did he not get it right that year! I must have been hormonal, because I remember giving him a really hard time. Shame on me…
I did get flowers yesterday, that was a nice surprise after almost thirty-eight years.
Ya know, I wouldn’t mind a sweat suit so much now, but I can guarantee he would never get me one, he still talks about the year of the Big Oops. Ain’t love grand…
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