It was such a long day at work. It’s been slow and so much of my time gets eaten up by finding things to do and ways to get creative with my current projects. I had traveled to Brooklyn and back for a training earlier in the morning and was really feeling all the walking in my heeled boots. What a bad idea, especially on a warm, sunny Valentine’s Day in Bedford-Stuyvesant. The streets were filled with people, even at 10am on a Monday morning. I guess I looked extra friendly that day, considering all the hoots and hollers that I pretended to ignore while silently fuming in my head. Not sure how me fuming = me friendly. It’s one of those things where 2 + 2 does not equal 4.
I finally left work around 5 and came home, utterly exhausted. Walking up the two floors to our apartment seemed almost impossible. Luckily, hubs was working from home and I was greeted by his giant smile and quickly wrapped up in a hug. He had laid out cheese, crackers and wasabi peas while finishing up cooking dinner for the both of us. If there was one night I had no desire to do anything, much less cook, it was yesterday.
Set on the table was a giant bouquet of fresh, brightly colored flowers. I guess I was somewhat surprised – I didn’t expect anything major. I told hubs I would simply be happy if he took the night off of work so we could cuddle and watch TV together on the couch, a rare occurrence these days since work takes up so much time. Not only did he come home with flowers, but he handled dinner and prepared chicken sausages with roasted vegetables in a balsamic reduction. And of course, what’s dinner without dessert? He brought back cheesecake too! Needless to say, I was really impressed and happy. For a Valentine’s Day effort that I had no clue about, I was blow away.
Love you hubs! Thanks for being there on a ridiculous rough V-Day.
With Love, Mah.