Quick post before I hit the hay. I've got a nasty cold and I am barely typing while my body shakes like Ricky Martin.
My hubby got me flowers tonight. It was magical.
We celebrated V-Day today since he had to work third shift this week.
He took me to PF Chang's, which I love, but didn't think it was too special. Notice my surprise when the hostess began grinning ear to ear when she heard our name. I arrive at our table and I am greeted with an arrangement of beautiful red roses, a rose petal covered table, and lit candles.
This might sound all cheesy to me, but this was one of the very things that got lost when we got married.
The blue-box cheesy kind.
I felt incredible by this one gesture. I had butterflies for the first time in ages.
I felt God healing our marriage.