You have to understand, neither of us are exactly over-the-top schmoopy and romantic. But Valentine's Day is special. It was on Valentine's Day, 14 years ago, that we realized we were in love. Sappy? Yes. True? Yes.
I remember it clearly. We had taken a weekend trip together from Charlotte, NC down to Myrtle Beach, SC. He had arranged everything - hotel on the beach (with a dozen red roses awaiting me in the hotel room), dinner reservations, and wine.
Before dinner, we ventured down towards the beach, and sat on a cute little 2-seater wooden porch swing. And held hands. Looking towards the beach, the sunset, and what was ultimately our future.
(Did I really just type that?)
'Tis true. Looking back on that Valentine's Day weekend in February of 1998, both of us agree that it was that moment on the beach that we realized our relationship was so much more.
I found this photo taken of us on my birthday in 1998 (I insisted on going ice skating), 6 days before that romantical Valentine's Day weekend. When we didn't know what the future would hold, but we did know that we wanted it to hold us together:
Babies, the both of us!
So Hubby, I know you don't like it when I write about you, but I figured this was an exception. Here's to 14 years of Valentines with many many more to come. Forever and always.