This guy proposed to me on Valentines day in 2004. We went to watch the sunset at Little Corona Del Mar, we packed sandwiches and little bottles of wine with plastic wine glasses for the occasion. Well, I packed the food and alcohol he sat at home waiting until it was time to go. As the sun was about to set he asked me to walk down to the rocks, after what felt like an eternity he asked me to marry him. Seems like that was a lot longer than 10 years ago.
I always forget that he proposed to me on Valentine’s day because ever since that Valentine’s day in particular he does nothing special. Which is always a bummer…every year. In turn, I’ve turned the holiday into an extra special day about the kids. I buy little gifts, make special meals and we do little fun activities together every year. Then when the husband gets home with the card he had just stopped at the gas station to buy only moments prior to giving it to me, I act happy instead of annoyed because the day is no longer about him.
You can say this is a bitter Valentine’s day post.
Update: He had long stem red roses and chocolates delivered! Life is good!
