I normally loathe Valentine's Day. It's full of hearts and flowers and lace doilies and hard feelings for those who don't celebrate it. But this year I guess the impending wedding has made Nick and I both a little more romantic. Friday we went shopping in Castle Rock for shoes for him. I came away with boot and panties. Luckily he found shoes too. But seriously, the Lane Bryant outlet was great for me. Sure, they're shorter boots, but I can't believe I found boots that fit. And frankly, finding shoes that fit Nick is a chore as well. But I got a strawberry cheesecake caramel apple out of the deal and he seems to be happy right now.
Yesterday I spent most of the day doing taxes. I seriously did them between 3 and 6 times. No jokes. Some were charging too much, some wouldn't let me do two states at once (blame H&M), so yeah...several friggin' times of doing taxes. By the end of it I was a blithering, inarticulate mess. And what does Nick do? Offer to take me to dinner. We picked Olive Garden (I know, I know...how romantic) just because we hadn't been in a really long time. And, ya know, because Hacienda usually ends up pissing both of us off. The meal was good, but sitting with him and just enjoying quiet company was better. We piled the kitten in the bed with us and again it made me thankful for my tiny little family. Sometimes you just need a reminder during all the layers of wedding bullshit that you have made the right choice.
So when I have staggering piles of laundry and he's yelling at a game on TV, we can forgive and (try to) forget. I couldn't have asked for a better Valentine than Nick.
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