|In case anybody cares: Cardigan-Victoria's Secret, Dress-Target|
I had to put on a bra. And actual clothes. I swapped my glasses for contacts and even put on a little make up. Coming out of pajamas for the first time in a few weeks was slightly traumatic but I think I cleaned up okay.
It was a dinner that we could have done on any other night. I said no gifts but I did get him a little something because I really appreciate how well he's taken care of me and the house the last two weeks. I had another suggestion about Valentine's Day. I'm thinking we'll only celebrate it if it falls on a weekend. If V Day is a Friday through Sunday it's just another excuse for date night. Totally doable. If it's basically another date night for us then what do I care about Valentine's Day if it's a Tuesday and we both have to work all day? Not a whole lot. I mean, I did survive last year without it and if we don't go out on the actual day then I almost don't see the point. The longer we are together the more insignificant Valentine's Day feels. He shows me so much love all the time that I don't really care what happens on February 14th. Or maybe it's just his attitude rubbing off on me. I think we have one or two more Valentine's Days before we take a long break.