hectic and romantic

if i had to describe our valentine's day this year in 2 words, they would be hectic and romantic. this year, it was my turn to plan lover's holiday. while daron was out of town on a 3 day work trip, i spent all my spare time planning the little details of our romantic night. i couldn't wait. then, 2 days before, i got a nasty bug that made me feel terrible. wednesday night i asked daron if we could celebrate lover's day the next day (on friday). he said it would be okay but i so badly wanted to celebrate on the actual day.

valentine's morning came and daron surprised me with beautiful flowers and peter pan on dvd. ( i really appreciated this since i am trying to collect all of the disney classics for Carter, our future children, and let's be honest, for me:) i was touched by the gesture, especially since it "technically" was not daron's year to do anything. at 10 o' clock in the morning i decided to bite the bullet and try and pull off everything i had planned. annndd this is where hectic came in...

my brain was thinking 3 things at once the entire day. i learned having a dinner that is warm, a dessert that is cooled, a set up that is complete, a kitchen that is clean, and a baby that is fed and happy is something i really need to practice! an unexpected run to the grocery store, along with daron calling me an hour earlier than i had planned saying he was on his way home did not help the stress! i got off the phone with him with the kitchen still a mess, 30 candles still needing to be lit, and the worst part, realizing i was not ready! i had 10 minutes before he walked in the door. 

i can't remember the last time i moved that fast. i was lighting the last few candles (which was a horrendous process. we don't own matches and our lighter doesn't work. i had to bring the candles up, light them using the stove and carry them back down to the basement to finish lighting the others) and i heard the garage door opening. i knew daron would get the mail so i had 2 more minutes. i finished the last candle, sprinted up the stairs, placed myself in the kitchen "like nothing was happening" and did one long exhale. i literally thought i was going to pass out from running up and down the stairs so many times. but somehow, daron didn't notice my red cheeks, the sweat on my face, and my panting. what we do all in the name of love!?

in the end, things worked out. 

daron was surprised. the food was delicious. Carter slept all night for us and we had a blast playing a game i made up for the 2 of us. i royally ruined the cupcakes we were supposed to have for dessert. but daron, being the great improviser he is, dumped the cupcakes into a bowl and called it cobbler!

and that is why he is my valentine. 

next year though, we're goin out. ;)