The warm fuzzies

Though Hubby and I have now been married almost six years, I can still remember our very first Valentine's Day together. We had been dating for seven months and had already shared those three little words, I love you.  It was official...we were infatuated with one another. So you can imagine my surprise when hubby told me he didn't believe in Valentine's Day. That is typically not a good phrase for a man to utter when he is courting a woman.  That Valentine's Day, as I stewed both internally and externally, whining to all my friends about my unromantic boyfriend, hubby was doing some behind the scenes planning.  Though he detested the holiday, though he thought it was a waste of money, and though he had been dumped by two different girlfriends on Valentine's Day, hubby managed to swing by the store to get me a rose.  Ahhh to be young and in love.
This year we celebrated Valentine's Day on Friday night. It is so rare now to have opportunities to hang out just the two of us that we could barely figure out something to do with our evening alone. As a last minute decision we decided to put our love on ice. We went ice skating, something I haven't done since I was seven.
As I laced up my very fashionable ice skates I came to find out that hubby was good at ice skating. He went to the rink weekly as a kid. Who knew ice skating was a favorite pastime of the Mississippi crowd?!
He skates backwards too. 

I skate forward only. Very, very slowly.

And I require to be taken out to a good dinner afterward. 

So while ice skating may not seem very romantic, time alone with my hubby is.  Happy Valentine's Day Jed.