It began with the suggestion of my girl.
"Hey mom, wouldn't it be neat if I just left this empty box outside my door to put Valentines in?" she asked.
Thinking it was "cute", I couldn't help but wonder......whose Valentines? And I left the box there.
It just so happened that her dad, who happens to be an expert Valentine-picker-upper, picked up a couple of cards for his kidlets (I already got them a little treat a couple of days ago). After the kids were sleeping, I told him about the box and suggested we put the cards in there. With a smile on our faces, and thinking of the delight of my girl in the morning, I picked up the box - opening it - only to find several homemade Valentines already in there.
My heart melted at the sweetness of that lovely girl-o-mine.
We stuffed in the cards, along with a bunch of little goodies courtesy of their Auntie Laura, and closed the box. Then while I soaked in the tub, I thought how cute it would be to put my own cards (I couldn't decide, so I got a sappy one and a funny one) to Dave in the "box". Since he was already sleeping when I got out, I crept stealthily into the kitchen, pulled out my cards from their super-secret hiding place (that he discovered earlier in the evening), signed them and opened the box. Lo and behold, what do I find? That my husband practiced his own stealth while I was having a bath and put my own card from him in the box. Not that I looked, of course.
And I smile in delight.
I wait in anticipation of tomorrow morning.
P.S.: At 6:00 IN THE MORNING!!!, I am awakened by three bandits creeping into my room with a flashlight. In their hands are even more cards..........I try to prop my eyelids open and
feign express wonder at my surprises. Seriously, I am impressed. I'm just not sure why it had to be 6:00 a.m., that's all.
Until my son - still half asleep - states his supreme happiness.......
"This sure was a good Valentine's Day, wasn't it?"
Yes, it was. Tired as I am.
That husband of mine one-upped me........AGAIN.