It’s Sunday night and I am back home. Hard for me to believe that it isn’t Valentine’s Day proper yet, as we’ve been celebrating it all weekend and my heart is already full to bursting. 🙂
I went to John’s Friday night, bearing Valentine treats. There were the homemade brownies (and balloon!):
The card with just the right words:
And of course, these:
He presented me with a one-pound satin-heart box of See’s chocolate, which is my favorite chocolate on the planet. We happily tore into it later that evening. I still remember all too well the many weeks where I could barely get John to eat a few spoonfuls of soup, so it gave me joy to see him scarfing brownies and chocolate.
Saturday we took his mother to lunch; I was comfortably dressed down in black jeans and a plaid shirt, but underneath I had on my sexy kiss-print panties and a bright red bra. Once we got the filial duties out of the way, the rest of the afternoon and evening was ours. Driving back to John’s place, on the winding canyon road, we saw two deer grazing off to the side. There was no one behind us, so we stopped right in the middle of the road and watched them. They didn’t get spooked, just looked back at us with those huge eyes. Wish I’d had my camera then! John said he arranged for them to be there, as part of Valentine weekend (sure, honey). And that it was damn hard to get deer to cooperate, because, well, they’re deer.
Of course, later, we got pictures. Me, being Ms. Cheesecake:
Then after dressing for dinner, I was sitting on the bed buckling my shoe, and John said, “Don’t move!” (He did, however, adjust my skirt, lifting it up higher on my leg… humph!) 🙂
He looked quite spiffy himself:
We went to one of our favorite restaurants, a place called the California Canteen. Wonderful food, lovely atmosphere (not too loud!) and great service. Our table was directly beneath this sign:
We were seated at a rounded corner booth, so we could sit together. After we ordered, John told me to close my eyes. ??? Roses, chocolates and this beautiful dinner… there was more?
I love watches. I know that people don’t wear them much anymore, now that they have the ubiquitous cell phone with the time handy, but I love to wear them. John got me into vintage collectible watches a few years ago; he’s given me several different ones since then. Each one has been unique and goes with different colors/styles. Sure enough, when I opened my eyes, there was a jewelry box in front of me.
The accompanying card read: “You are the best and the most beautiful; you deserve the same.”
When I was young, I dreamed of nights like this. I thought they existed only in commercials and fantasy stories. Or perhaps for other people, but never for me.
Damn, but I love this man.
(many thanks to Zelle for “doctoring” this pic for me a bit. John had an obtrusively glaring light over his head.)
After dinner, we went to another favorite place, the Aroma Café, and shared a ginormous piece of German chocolate cake. Stuffed and happy, we headed home. No… no Valentine spanking. His energy level is still low. BUT… he’s finally starting to exercise again, which he hasn’t felt like doing in months. The itch is still with him sometimes, but it’s slowly fading away and he’s sleeping better. As for future heart surgery… not going to think about that now. I’m staying in the moment.
And tomorrow, on actual Valentine’s Day, I get to have a Valentine-red bottom from New Guy. Am I spoiled all to hell, or what?
Thanks for bearing with my mush, folks. I promise my bitchy, cynical self will return. For now… she’s quite overwhelmed.
Hope everyone has a beautiful Valentine’s Day. 🙂