Valentines Day

Okay, I have to brag on my husband a little bit. He is an extremely busy guy, and work has been stressful lately with this depressed economy. He has very little time to himself and never complains about the kids or their tendency to cling to him when he finally gets home, even though he would probably like to eat and just relax for a few minutes. He never forgets to kiss me when he gets home, no matter what else there is going on. I underestimate him. It is easy to get down on him because he's not a squishy romance-type, not exactly spontaneous, and finds his joy in the calm of a predictable day-to-day life.
His usual M.O. is to wait till a holiday, or maybe the day before and make a run to the nearest store where he can fill his husbandly requirements of gift-giving. Saturday morning I gave him his card and chocolates (his gift is not here yet), and he told me he didn't have anything for me...yet. I figured. I asked him if he wanted to go to the store, hint hint...
He said no, and we went about our business. We decided to take a nap and were interrupted by the doorbell. It was flowers! He ordered 2 dozen roses online while he was at work and had them delivered on Valentines Day. I felt so guilty. He did so good! The little note that came with them was just what I needed, so loving, and no, I won't tell what it said, but it was perfect. So thank you, thank you to my loving, perfect husband. The roses are beautiful, but you are the real prize. And thank you for letting me buy the necklace...