I am a romantic!
I read all the trashy novels.
And I know how Terry is suppose to look into my eyes and hold me in his arms.
Problem is, he does not read the same books as I do.
But I still live in this fantasy world.
Don't get me wrong Terry is romantic in his own way.
The longer we are together,
it seems the simple things can be a turn on.
Recently, he cleaned our bathroom.
He took my car and put gas in it.
( I hate doing both of these things and he knows it)
So when I get a bud vase with 3 crappy looking old flowers that don't match for Valentines that looked like a left over at Winn Dixie, I am disappointed.
Now this is between you and me, and I ask you to keep it quite.
I would never tell him my feelings, at least he tried.
I smile and fuss over those ugly flowers.
But DD said , at least they don't have a flag in them this time.
Several years ago I got patriotic flowers for Valentines.
So I love my Valentine, he is my one and only.
I thank God each and everyday for him and what he has worked so hard to provide for our family.
But I think I will leave one of my books, on his bedside table.
It couldn't hurt.