Our Valentine's Celebration

 

This year’s Valentine’s Day felt very unusual to me, but it was still a sweet and meaningful day.

                We both had to work on Valentine’s Day, but before he left the house, Ryan found a beautiful ambient music channel that paid tribute to Valentine’s Day and turned it on for Lexi and me to enjoy. (He also put the space heater by my desk, because it’s been a little chilly by the window lately.)

                I knew Mom and Dad were going to be honored at the Swiss Village chapel that afternoon, so I wrapped up work early so I could go watch! They honored all couples married longer than 50 years, and of course, Mom and Dad have been married over 70 years!

When Ryan came home from work, we went out to eat at Fulton and Main, which is a new(ish) restaurant in Berne. We had a gift card, which made it even better! Ryan had eaten there once before, with his work crew, but this was my first time.

                I felt bad for the server, because I think she was the only one working, and the place was full (with a line standing there waiting to be seated). She did a great job with us, but she was hopping the whole night! Ryan chose smothered chicken and a baked potato, and I ordered a grilled tenderloin (and skipped eating the bun) and salad.

                We were both pretty wiped out from the week, so we elected to spend the evening watching a movie we’d wanted to see – and of course, we exchanged gifts.

                I gave Ryan a sock hat with a head lamp built into it – something that came in awfully handy the next day when the power went out – and a couple of tools for cleaning the car. (Cleaning the car is one of his favorite things.)

                He bought me a throw blanket I had on my wish list. I’d read about it on a blog, and it promised to be lightweight and perfect for warmer days. Sign me up!

                It might have been one of our lower-key Valentine’s Days, but we both enjoyed it. (And I enjoyed my flowers, too! Still enjoying them, actually. They are parked right in front of me here as I write to you.)