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Valentine's Day, Delayed

Since my husband was raised a Jehovah's Witness (he's non practicing now) he never did the holiday thing. They don't celebrate any holidays. That's cool, they save a lot of money I'm sure. When we started dating, I told him that the holidays aren't a huge thing in my life but I buy into the commercialism of them. I admit it. I decorate for Christmas, I get Easter eggs, fill them with candy and give them to him. I even decorate eggs so they can sit there looking pretty and then we eat them. I don't really get into Valentine's Day perhaps because of my past. I don't recall being with someone worthwhile on VDay in my dating times. It's always a holiday that I kind of dreaded because if i wasn't with someone, I felt hopeless and if I was "lucky" enough to be with someone, I knew that someone would blow the whole thing. Forget the event, not make any effort. Just wreck it. My husband is not one of those men. He may forget but he has an excuse and he makes up for it.

Ever since I was pregnant with Peanut, I've been saying I want a spa treatment. I just want a couple hours where I feel good. I'm not sure about the whole stranger massaging you but whatever. Her birth came, VDay last year, my birthday, Mother's Day, Anniversary, Christmas, nothing. No spa, no massage, no facial. Oh well.

Well well well. I got my gift today and woohoo! Spa treatment baby!! He did good. I said I loved it and that I would ask my SIL, Fluffy, if she wanted to go with me. He thought I would want to go alone and have time to myself. I know that I need that but I'm also one of those people who doesn't like to experience new things/places/people alone. I always want someone with me. I'll see if she wants to go and have a girl's day out.

So yeah, the husband did good. I hope all of you had a great Valentine's Day and spread the love.

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