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.