Steve started this Valentine’s week by bringing me breakfast in bed on Sunday.
We had crabcakes and ahi tuna at one of the top restaurants in town on Wednesday and I give him credit for renting out the place, although it happened to be in the middle of an ice storm.
Last night we feasted again (ribs and prime rib) at one of our favorite restaurants. He was disappointed that I was only joking about getting pedicures together.
I don’t want him to make grand, expensive gestures of love at times like these; I much prefer “spending” time with him, sharing a great meal that neither of us has to cook.